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PSALMS  OF  DAVID,  1 

IMITATED  j 

IN  THE  LANGUAGE  OF  THE  NEW  • 

TESTASIENT,  ^ 

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APPLIED  TO  THE  CHRIS*riAN  STATB  A3fD  j 
WORSHIP. 


BT  ISAAC  WATTS,  D.D. 


Luke  xsiv.  44.  All  things  must  be  fulBIIed  whieJ; 
were  written  in— the  Psalms  eoncerniiijj;  me. 


STEREOTYPED  BT  B.  ANU  ,J.  COLIiINS, 

PUBIISHED    BT 

Hartford. 
1823, 


PSALMS. 


PSALM  I.    Common  Metre. 

Way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wickti. 

1  "OLEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  pUce 
X5    Where  sinners  love  to  meet  •, 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat : 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  Lis  profession  shine ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  th'  impious  and  unjust ; 

Wliat  vain  designs  they  form ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away,  like  dust. 
Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Amongst  the  sons  of  grace, 
WTien  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  pati»  tliey  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  croolied  ways  of  sinners  IcTiU 
Down  to  the  gates  of  heU. 


4  PSALM  1. 

PSALM  1.    Short  Metre. 
Tht  saint  happy,  th&  sinner  miserabU. 
i  rriHH  man  is  ever  blest 

X    Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways, 
Amongst  their  councils  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  seorner's  place : 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  study  and  delight, 

Amidst  the  laSours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He,  like  a  tree,  shall  thrive, 
Wi;h  waters  near  the  root  •, 

Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live ; 
His  works  are  heav'nly  frmt. 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race, 
They  no  siich  blessings  find ; 

Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  Die  driving  wind. 

5  How  wiU  tliey  bear  to  stand 

Before  '.hat  judgment  seat,       .  ,    ,       , 
vVlifre  all  ihe  saint?,  at  Christ's  right  hamd, 
I;i  fuU  assembly  meet  ? 
i      He  knows,  and  he  approves 
The  wnv  the  righteous  go  5  ,    „ 
But  sinners,  and  their  works,  shall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

F3ALM  1.     Long  Metre. 

Dijfe*  'ncs  httu'cen  the  righteous  and  wicked. 
I   TTfAVPy  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet 
Si  Shua  f.ie  broad  way  which  sinners  go. 
^  Wha  hates  Ibe  place  x^here  atheists  meet, 
Asia  iears  tv  talk  as  scoffers  do. 


PSALM  2. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongst  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  niglif. 
With  pleasure,  pond'rmg  o'er  his  word. 

S  He,  like  a  plant,  by  gentle  streams, 
Sliall  Pourish  in  immortal  green ; 
Aid  heav'n  wiM  shine  with  kindest  bearr. 
On  ev"ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crost ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 

So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  seeks  to  stand 

'  In  judgment  with  the  pious  race ; 

The  dreadful  Judge,  with  stem  commancl, 
■  Divides  bim  to  a  disTVent  place. 

6  .♦'  Strait  is  the  way  my  saints  kave  trod, 
"  I  bless'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain ; 
"But  you  would  choose  the  crooked  road 
«  And  down  it  leads  to  endless  pain." 

PSALM  2.     Short  Metre. 
Translated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 

Acts  iv.  24,  Sec. 
Christ  dying,  rising,  interceding  and  reigning. 

i  ["jV/f  AKER  and  sovVeigu  Lord 

iTi     Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  soas, 
Toy  provKience  confirms  thy  word, 
And  answers  thy  decrees. 
2       The  tilings  so  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fulM'd, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  slay 
Jesus,  thine  ioly  cbild.] 


6  PSALM  2. 

8      Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews  with  one  accord, 
Bend  all  their  counsels  to  destroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  design ; 

Against  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Against  his  Christ  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  deildes  their  rage, 
And  will  support  his  throne  j 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own'd  hira  for  his  Son. 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  he's  ascended  high, 
And  asks  to  rule  the  earth ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads. 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

7  He  asks,  and  God  bestows 
A  large  inheritance ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remotest  ends, 

His  kingdom  shall  advance. 

The  nations  that  rebel. 

Must  feel  his  iron  rod ; 
He'll  vindicate  those  honours  well. 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God- 
9      [Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  n^w, 

And  worship  at  his  throne ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  Goa  s  «xa!.ed  Son. 
iO    If  once  his  wrath  arise. 

Ye  perish  en  the  place ; 
Then  blessed  is  the  soul  that  flies 
.    For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 


P3ALM  2. 

PSALM  2.    Common  Metre. 

t  TTfrHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 

f  T      The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 

Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 

And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  wko  sits  above  the  skies, 

Derides  their  rage  below  j 
He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  thi'augh. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son. 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  wide  Ins  kingdom  spread. 

4  "  Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

The  utmost  heathen  lands  *, 

Thy  rod  of  iron  shall  destroy 

The  rebel  who  withstands." 

5  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  pemble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  address  his  throne. 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die ; 
Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone. 
Who  on  his  grace  relj'. 

PSALM  2.    Long  Metre. 

CArtJl's  dsath,  resurrection,  and  ascension. 
1  TTITIIY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  theii*  rage  .' 
V  »     The  Romans  why  their  swords  erapisy 
Against  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage, 
Ilis  dear  Anointed  to  destroy  ? 


i  PSALM  2. 

♦  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,"  they^a^ 
"■  This  man  shall  never  give  us  lawsj" 
And  thus  they  cast  his  yoke  away, 
And  nail'd  their  Monarch  to  the  cross. 

S  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controls ; 
He^l  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  speak  in  thunder  to  their  souls. 

4*1  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlasting  hill, 
'•  My  hand  shall  bring^him  from  the  dea'l. 
"  And  he  shall  stand  your  Sov'reign  still.'" 

5  [His  wond'rous  risiivg  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known : 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth, 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 
"  Ascend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
"  There  ihoii  shalt  ask,  and  I  bestow 
"  The  utmost  bounds  of  Iieathen  land  ; 
"  To  thee  the  northern  isles  shall  bow."j 

7  Bat  nations  that  resist  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  stroke ; 
liis  rod  shall  crush  his  foes  with  ease, 
As  potter's  earthen  work  is  broke. 

PAUSE. 

8  Now,  yc  vvho  sit  on  eartMy  thrones. 

Be  wise,  and  serve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb ; 
Now  at  his  feet  submit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addi'ess  the  Son, 
Lest  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
U  ye  prov&ke  Lis.jealousy. 


PSALM  3.  9 

10  His  storms  shall  drive  you  quick  to  hell, 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  dust ; 
Happy  the  souls  that  know  him  well. 
And  make  bis  grace  their  only  trust 

PSALM  3.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  suppressed ;  m;  God  ovr  dc' 
fnce  from  sin  and  Satan. 

i   "jl/f  Y  God,  bow  many  are  my  fears 
i.¥.i.     How  fast  my  foes  increase ! 
Conspirins^  my  eternal  death. 
They  break' my  present  peace. 

2  The  lying  temptei-  would  persuade 

There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  ; 
And  ail  my  swelling-  sins  api^eEir 
Too bigto  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  gloiy  and  my  strength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  silence  all  my  ihreat'ning  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  list'ning  ear  ; 
1  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  spite  of  all  ray  foes ; 
I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Which  guarded  my  repose.] 

6  Wliat  though  the  hosts  of  death  andfaeli. 

All  arm'd  against  me  stood ! 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul ;  , 
My  refuge  is  mv  God. 


10  PSALM  3,  4. 

7  Arise,  0  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glorj'  sing : 
My  God  has  broke  the  serpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  lost  his  sting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs ; 

His  arm  alone  can  save  : 
Blessings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  3,  ver.  1—5.  Long  Metre. 

A  morning  Psalm. 

1  fr\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

\Jf  In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood  I 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  my  ev'ning  cry  : 
Thou  heard'st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  Almighty  help  was  nigh. 

E  Supported  by  thine  heav'niy  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  slept  secure : 
Kor  death  should  make  my  hi  art  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wnke  and  rise  no  more. 

4  But  God  sustain'd  mc  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  see  the  Sight, 
And  make  his  praise  my  morning  song- 

PSALM  4,  ver.  1— .3,  5—7,  Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer ;  or,  God  our  portion,  and 

Christ  our  hope. 
1  /^  GOD  of  grace  and  righteousness, 

%J  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  ; 

Thou  hast  enlarg'd  me  in  distress, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 


PSALM  4. 

2  Fe  sons  of  meu,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  shame-j 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

S  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside  *, 
He  hears  the  cr>-  of  penitents, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  who  dy'd. ' 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, 

"  Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good  ?'* 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray ; 
Our  souls  desire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice, 
At  grace  and  favours  so  divine ; 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  com,  and  all  their  wine. 

PSALM  4,  ver.  3,  4,  5.  8.     C.  M. 

An  evening  psalm. 
\  T  ORD,  thou  will  hear  me  when  I  pray; 
X^     I  am  for  ever  thine ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 
2  And  while  I  rest  my  weai-y  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'ness  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
Witii  my  own  heart  and  thee. 
5  I  pay  this  ev'ning  sacrifice ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done. 
Great  God  1  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 


12  PSALM  5. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mice  eyes  to  sleep ; 
Thy  hand  in  safetj'  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep- 

PSALM  5.    Common  Metre. 
For  tht  Lord^s  Day  Morning. 

1  T   ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shall  bear 
B  J    My  voice  ascending  high  5 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Fatiier's  throne 
Our  song^  and  our  complaints. 

3  TJiou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wiclsed  shall  not  stand  5 

Shiners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there } 
I  will  frequent  thiife  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  leai". 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  leet, 

In  ways  of  righteousness ! 
Make  ev'ry  i)ath  of  duty  straight. 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 
G  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  I'eet  astray ; 
They  fiatter  with  a  base  design. 
To  make  my  soul  their  prey  , 


PSALM  6.  13 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust, 

And  all  his  plots  destroy ; 
While  those  who  in  thy  mercy  trust, 
For  ever  shout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  who  love  and  (car  tl)y  name, 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fuifiU'd 
The  mightj-  God  will  compass  them 
With  favour  as  a  shield. 

PSALrvi  6.    Commof-  Metre. 

Complaint  in  sickness  ;  or,  diseases  healed. 

1  TN  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 
J.  Withdraw  the  dreadful  str»rm  j 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  so  hot. 

Against  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  core?, 

My  flesh  with  pain  oppiess'd  •. 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tear  s 
My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 
S  Son-ow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days ; 
I  v/aste  the  niglit  with  cries, 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 
'Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 

4  Shall  I  be  still  tormented  more  ? 

Mine  eyes  consum'd  with  grief  ? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  aifords  relief? 

5  He  hears  when  dust  and  ashes  speak  ; 

He  pities  all  «jur  groans  ; 
He  saves  as  for  his  mercy's  sake. 
And  lieals  our  broken  bones. 
8  The  virtue  of  his  sov'reign  word 
Restores  our  fainting  breath ; 
For  silent  gi-aves  praise  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


14  PSALM  6,  7. 

PSALM  6.    Long  Metre.      ;f 

Temptations  in  sicJcntss  overcount, 

1  T  ORD,  I  can  suffer  tby  rebukes, 
I  i  When  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise; 

But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  against  me  rise ! 

2  Pity  my  languisliing  estate, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  which  I  feel  j. 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

S  See  how  I  pass  my  weary  days 
In  sighs  and  groans ;  and  when  'tis  night, 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears ; 
My  grief  consumes  and  dims  my  sight. 

4  Look,  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn .' 
Hov/  long.  Almighty  God,  how  long  f 
When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  shall  I  make  thy  grace  my  song  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flesh  so  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  despair : 
But  graves  can  never  praise  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dust  and  silence  there. 

6  Depart,  ve  tempters,  from  my  soul ; 
And  all  despairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  ease  my  flesh,  and  cheer  my  heart, 

PSALM  7.     Common  Metre. 

God's  care  of  his  people,  and  punishment  pfptr- 

sccutors. 
J  T|/TY  trust  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend, 
JlTjL  My  hope  in  thee,  my  God ; 
Kise,  and  ray  helpless  life  defend 
From  those  who  seek  my  blood. 


PSALM  7.  16 

2  With  insolence  and  fury,  they 

My  soi»l  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  their  prey 
When  uo  deliv'rers  near.  ■ 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  fir^t, 

Or  once  abus'd  ray  foe ; 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dust, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 

5  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  tliy  hand. 

Their  pride  aiid  pow'r  control ; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  soul. 

PAUSE. 

6  [Let  sinners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dust : 
Shall  not  thg  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  just.' 

7  Hp  knows  the  heart-  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright  -, 
His  sharpest  aiTows  he  ordains 
Against  the  sons  of  spite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg"d  a  pit. 

But  there  t>  emselves  are  cast ; 
My  God  maies  all  their  mischief  ligi:t 
On  their  o\-'n  heads  at  last.] 
e  That  cruel,  pc-rsecuting  race, 
Must  fet;l  his  d'eadful  sword ; 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  grace 
And  justice  of  the  Lord. 


16  PSALM  8. 

PSALM  8.     Short  Metre. 

Gas's  sovereignty  and  goodnf,sa    and  intaCi  dO' 

minion  over  the  creatwes- 

1  g^  LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
%J    Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  hea"'ns  they  shine : 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raise  my  wondVing  eyes, 
And  see  ije  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies : 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man  !  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man 

That  thou  sbouldst  love  him  so  ? 
Next  to  thhie  angels  Is  he  plac'd, 
And   lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honotus  crown  his  head, 

While  beasts  like  slaves  obey. 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings. 
And  fish  that  cleave  the  sea. 

6  How  ricli  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'i'ons  are  thy  ways  •, 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 

A  monument  of  praise. 
'    [Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 

And  suckline^s  thou  canst  draw 
Surprising  honours  to  thy  name. 

And  strike  the  world  with  awe. 
8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king. 

Thy  naraa  is  all  divine ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  shine.] 


PSALM  8.  17 

PSALM  8.    Common  Meti*. 
CArisfs  condescension,  and  glorificatxon  ;  or,  GqA 
mads  man. 

1  g^  LORD,  our  God,  how  woad'rous  greAX 
KJ    Is  thine  exalted  name ! 

The  gloties  of  thy  heav'nly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  higfc, 

The  moon  which  rules  the  night, 
And  stars  that  well  adorn  the  sky. 
Those  moving  worlds  of  light. 

S  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Wlio  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  shoald'st  visit  him  with  graC€. 
And  love  his  nature  so  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  save  a  dsdng  worm. 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 

Th'  obedient  seas  and  fishes  own, 

His  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

S  The  waves  lay  spread  beneath  his  f«ei , 
And  fish,  at  hi-  ':ommand, 
Bring  their  lar^    shoals  to  Peter's  net, 
AikI  tribute  to  hir,  hand. 

7  These  lesser  glories  of  thy  Son 

Shone  through  the  fleshly  cloud ; ' 
Now  we  behold  him  on  bis  throne, 
And  men  confess  him  God.] 
B 


PSALM  8. 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majesty 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death ; 

And  be  his  honours  sounded  high, 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jesus  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thinfi  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  state 
Let  the  whole  earth  pi-oclaim. 

PSALM  8.    vcr.  1,  2,  Paraphrased. 
Ut  Part.    Long  Metre 
The  hosanna  of  the  children ;  or,  infants 
praising  God. 

1      A  LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
J-jL  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 
O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 

i  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young, 
A  monument  of  honour  raise  5 
And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  pow'r  assists  their  tender  age, 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground? 
To  still  the  Ijold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidst  thy  temple  throng, 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place. 

;,  The  frowning  scribes  and  angiy  priests, 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring: 
l^evenge  sits  silent  in  their  breasts, 
While  Jewish  babes  proclaim  their  king. 


PSALM  8,  9.  19 

'^AL>i  8,  ver  3,  &c.  Paraphrased. 

2dFarU    Long  Metre. 
,  and  Christ,  lords  of  the  old  and  new 


creation. 

LORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firtt, 
Adam,  the  ofispring  of  the  dust ! 
That  thou  shouldst  set  hin.  and  his  race, 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place  ! 

2  That  thou  should'st  raise  his  nature  so, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below ; 
Make  ev'sy  beast  and  bird  submit, 
And  lay  the  fishes  ai  his  feet ' 

3  But  O:  what  brighter  g-lories  wait 
To  crown  the  secoiul  Adam's  slate  ; 
What  honours  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 
WIio  condescended  to  be  bora  1 

4  See  him  beiow  his  ano;8ls  made ; 
See  him  in  dust  among  the  dead, 
To  save  a  ruiivd  world  from  sin : 
But  he  shall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  miseries  which  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  gluiinus,  shall  submit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM  9.  Ut  P'ju't.    Common  Metre 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judg^nent  ttat. 

1  TTl/'ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 
T  ?      Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim ', 
Thou,  sov'reign  Judg"  of  right  mid  tfTong 
Will  put  my  foes  to  shame. 


20  PSALM  9. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  gi-ace  •, 

Bfiy  God  prepares  his  Uirone, 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
Jt^jd  make  his  vengeance  known. 

5  2?»in  sliall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

VcT  cill  the  poor  oppress'd ; 

To  <«ve  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  Ths  men  who  know  thy  name  will  trust, 

In  thine  abundant  grace ; 
For  thou  hast  ne'er  forsook  the  just, 
Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 

6  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lcrd, 

Who  dweDs  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word. 
And  doth  his  grace  -''•ilfil. 

PSALM  9,  ver.  12,  2d  Fart.     C.  M. 
The  wisdom  a:id  eq^uty  of  Providence. 
1  TXTHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  jusi, 
Vl      Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  souls,  v/ho  mourn  in  dust, 
Shall  find  a  faitliful  God. 

5  He  from  the  dreadful  g-ates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raise  •, 
lu  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  sing  their  Fathers  praise. 

3  Hie  foes  shall  fall  with  heedless  feet. 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net 
Which  their  own  hands  had  spread. 

4  Thus  bv  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  t1iy  deep  counsels  known  ; 

When  men  of  mischief  are  destroy'd 

Tlie  snare  must  be  their  own. , 


PSALM  10.  51 

PAUSE. 

5  The  wicked  sliall  sink  dcnvn  to  hell  j 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forg:et  thee,  or  i-ebel 
Against  thy  known  commaikls. 

6  Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought. 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
T  [Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  se«t. 

To  judge  and  save  the  poor ; 
Let  nations  uemble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  shall  affnght  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confess  that  thoH  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  nieu.] 

PSALM  10.    Comoion  Metre. 

P>  xAjers  heard,  mid  saints  saved ;  or,  pride,  atkf 
ism,  and  oppression  punished. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  TT7  HY  doth  the  Lord  stand  ofr  so  far  ? 

fT      And  wliy  conceal  his  lace. 
When  great  calamities  api)ear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deriue 

Thy  justice  and  thy  pow'r  ? 
Shall' they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  still  thy  saints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  irom  their  sight, 

And  then  insult  the  poor ; 
T-hev  boast  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  shall  fall  no  more. 


SS  PSALM  11. 

4  AriM,  0  God,  lift  up  thine  hand  ' 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
No  enemy  Eball  dare  to  stand, 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 
PAUSE. 

5  Why  "do  tlie  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  say,  with  foolish  pride, 
The  God  of  heavhi  will  nt'tr  engagt, 
Tojight  on  Ziori's  side  ? 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord ; 

And  pow'rfiil  is  thine  hand, 
As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  sword, 
And  perish'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pr» 

And  cause  thine  ear  to  Iiear ; 
Hearken  to  what  thy  children  say, 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  shall  no  n^ore  oppress. 

No  more  despise  the  just; 
And  mighty  sinners  sliail  confess, 
They  are  but  earth  and  dust. 

PSALM  11.     Loncj  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous,  and  hates  the  wioltd. 

I   TI/TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love ; 
If  J.    Why  do  my  foes  insult,  and  cry. 
Fly,  like  a  tivi'i-cus,  trtmhling  dove. 
To  distant  woods  or  mounlains/ly  ? 
If  government  be  all  destroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 
Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress  ? 

S  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne. 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below. 
To  him  all  mortal  tnings  are  known: 
liis  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 


PSALM  12  23 

4  It  he  afflicts  his  saints  so  far, 
To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  gi-ace, 
What  may  the  bold  transgressors  feai- 1 
His  veiy  soul  abhors  their  ways. 

B  On  impious  wretches  he  shall  rain 
Tempests  of  brimstone,  fire,  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  Willi  liis  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  smcere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM  12.    Long  Metre. 

The  sainfs  safety  and  hope  in  evil  times ;  or,  sim 

of  the  tongue  complained  of,  viz.  blasphemy. 

falsehood,  SfC. 

LORD,  if  thou  dost  not  soon  appear, 
Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  away  ; 
A  faithful  man  among  us  here 
Will  scarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  discourse,  when  neighbours  meet, 
Is  fiU'd  with  trities  loose  and  vain ; 

Their  lips  are  flatt'iy  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound. 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long: 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flati'ring  and  blaspheming  tongue. 

4  Tet  shall  our  rwrds  be  free,  they  cry. 
Our  tongue  shall  be  controlled  by  none 
Where  is  the  Lord  will  ask  us  why  ? 
Or  say  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 


la  PSALM  12. 

5  The  Lord,  who  sees  the  poor  opprcst. 
And  hears  th'  oppressor's  haug-hty  straia. 
WiJl  rise  to  give  his  children  rest, 
Nor  shall  they  trust  his  word  in  vain. 

i5  Thy  word,  0  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  shall  still  appear  j 
Not  silver,  seven  times  purify'd 
From  dross  and  mixture,  shines  so  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  shall,  in  the  darkest  hour, 
Defend  the  holy  soul  from  harm  •,  "V 

Though  when  the  vilest  men  have  power, 
On  eveiy  side  will  sinners  swarm. 

PSALM  12.     Common  Metre. 

Co-nxftlamt  of  a  gfmral  corriiption  of  manners ; 

or,  the  promise  and  signs  of  ChrisVs  coming 

to  judgment. 

>   TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fjail, 
Jli.    Keligion  loses  ground '. 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 

Yet  act  the  flatt'rer's  part  •, 
Witli  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  v/ith  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  soine  liateful  lie, 

Hovir  is  their  fury  stirr'd  ! 
Are  not  our  lips  cur  own  ?  they  ciy, 
And  ruho  shall  be  our  Lord  f 

4  Scdffers  appear  on  ev'ry  side, 

T'."here  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  lais'u  to  seats  of  pow'r  and  pricl«. 
Ami  beai-  the  sword  in  vain. 


PSALM  13.  25 

PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blasphemy  grows  bold ; 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  j 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  hast'ning  on  ? 

Hast  thou  not  giv'n  the  sign  ? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  saith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  »*ise, 

And  make  oppressors  flee ; 

I  shall  appeal-  to  their  surprise, 

And  set  my  sen'ants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  silver  seven  times  try'd, 

Through  ages  shall  endure: 

The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide 

Shall  find  thy  promise  sure. 

PSALM  13.    Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  God  under  desertion  ;  or,  hope  in 
darkness. 

1  TTOW  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
JJL     Like  one  who  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Can?t  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide, 

And  I  still  pray  and  be  deny'd  ? 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardest  not  ? 
Still  shall  my  soul  tny  absence  raoura' 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 
a  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppress'd  ? 
And  satan,  my  malicious  foe, 
iiejoice  to  see  me  sunk  so  low  '' 


26  PSALM  13. 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  rae  quick  relief, 
Before  ray  death,  conclude  my  grief} 
If  tliou  withhold'st  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

5  Ilcw  will  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  boast, 
If  but  one  praj'ing  soul  be  lost! 

But  I  have  trustt-d  in  thy  grace, 
And  shall  again  behold  tiiy  face. 
C  Whate'er  my  fours  or  foes  suggest. 
Thou  art  my  hope,  rny  joy,  my  rest ; 
My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 
My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

PSALM  13.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  under  temptations  of  the  devil. 

1  TITOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  f 
JLi     My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heav'nly  rays 

Which  chase  mj'  fears  away  ? 

2  IIow  long  shall  my  poor  lab'ring  soul 

Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain  i* 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts ; 
He  spreads  a  mist  arorind  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts". 

4  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 
Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  seal'd 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud, 

If  I  became  his  prey  ? 
Behold,  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud  . 
At  thy  so  long  delay. 


PSALM  14.  27 

fi  But  they  shall  fly  at  tby  rebuke, 
And  satan  hide  his  head  5 
He  knows  tbc  terrors  of  thy  lOOK,  ' 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 
7  Thou  wilt  display  tliat  sov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung ; 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  vict'ry  shall  be  sung. 

PSALM  14.   Isi  Part   Coinon  Metre. 

By  nature  all  men  are  sinyiers. 

1  IT^OOLS  in  their  lirerts  believe  and  say, 
X       '-That  all  religion's  vain  •, 

There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  nieu." 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane, 

Corrupt  discourse  jiroceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 

Abominable  deeds. 
S  The  Lord  from  his  celestial  throne 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 

Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  JMaker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  speak  deceit. 

Their  slanders  never  cease : 

How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet  ? 

Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

i  Such  seeds  of  sin,  (that  bitter  root,) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

Till  grace  refine  the  grouud. 


28  PSALMS  14,  15. 

PSALM  14.   2a'  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  folly  of  Persicutors. 

1  A  RE  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown, 
J:%.    Tliat  they  the  saints  devour  ? 
And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  surprise, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  5 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise. 

Nor  tiu'n  our  hope  to  shame. 
"3  Dost  tiiou  not  dwell  among  the  just  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride. 
That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust, 

Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  Oh !  that  the  joyful  day  was  come, 

To  finish  our  distress ! 
When  God  shall  bring-  his  children  home, 
Our  songs  shall  never  cease. 
PSALM  15.     Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  a  saint  ;  or,  a  dlizen  of  Zion  j  0* 
the  quuliftcations  of  a  christian. 

1  "ITirHO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV      O  God  of  holiness  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  i" 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands  j 
That  tmsts  his  Maker's  promises, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

5  He  spealK  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Noj-  s'^nders  with  his  tongue ; 

Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report. 

Nor  do  hib  neighbour  wrong. 


PSALM  15.  29 

4  The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  5 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
StUi  be  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  gripe  the  poor : 
This  mail  shaM  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  secm-e. 

PSALM  15.    Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  justice,  goodness  and  truth  ;  or,  du- 
ties to  Grod  and  man ;  or,  the  gualijications  of 
a  christian. 

1  llfHO  shall  ascend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

MM      Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face .' 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean ; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
.$  [Scarce  will  he  trust  an  ill  report. 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighboui-'s  hurt : 
Sinners  of  state  he  can  despise. 
But  saints  are  honoui-'d  in  his  ej'es.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  v/ord  he  ever  stood. 
And  always  makes  his  proiriise  good ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  swears, 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 

And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold  : 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 
S^veet  charity  attends  his  door.] 


30  PSALM  16. 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  tliose  that  curse  him  to  his  face; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same, 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  then. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  sonl  depends  on  grace  alone. 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  16     \d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Confession  of  our  poverty  ;  saints  the  best  compa- 
ny ;  or  good  zLorJcs  p'-ojit  meii,  not  God. 

1  "PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
i       For  succour  to  tliy  throne  J  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead ; 

BIy  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  toneue  confest, 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am ; 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 
Nor  add  new  (glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 
These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine ; 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM  16.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Christ^s  All -sufficiency. 
1  XTOW  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise, 
Jrl     Who  haste  to  seek  some  idol-god  j 
I  will  not  taste  their  sacrifice, 
Their  ofi'Vings  of  forbidden  blood. 


PSALM  16.  3.1 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  uobler  f(X)d  to  live  upon  ; 
He  for  my  life  has  offei'd  up 
Jesus,  his  best  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  mv  perpetual  feast ; 

By  day  his  counsels  gnide  me  right; 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blest, 
Who  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  set  him  still  before  mine  eyes , 

At  my  right  hand  he  stands "prepar'd 
To  keep  my  soul  from  all  surprise, 
And  be  my  everlasting  guard. 

PSALM  16.    id  Pm-t.    Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  remrrection. 

1  TTTHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong, 

?  f  His  arm  is  ray  ali»jghty  prop : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  thy  children  In  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey. 
Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high  ; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flew. 
And  full  discov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
(Which  we  but  tasted  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 


32  PSALM  16. 

PSALM  16,  ver.  1—8.  1st  Part.    Com- 
mon Metre. 


Support  and  counsel  from  God  without  merit. 
J   Q  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe ; 
kj     In  ihee  my  trust  I  place, 
Tliough  all  the  good  that  I  can  do, 
Can  ne'er  deserve  thy  grace, 
2  Yet,  if  iny  Gwl  prolong  my  breath, 
The  saints  may  profit  by't ; 
The  saints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  men  of  my  delight. 
o  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 
And  worship  wood  or  stone ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 
"Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  present  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy : 

His  counsels  are  my  light ; 
He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  soul  would  all  hsr  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-seeing  eye ; 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  shall  move 
While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM  IG.  2d  Part.     Common  Meln 

The  deaih  and  resurrection  r,f  Christ. 
t  "  "B"  SET  the  Lord  before  my  iace, 
J-     He  bears  my  courage  up-, 
My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  express, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 


PSALM  17.  33 

2  "  My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
Where  souls  departed  are  ; 
Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  gi-ave, " 
To  see  corruption  there. 
i  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
And  raise  me  to  thy  throne  *, 
Thy  courts  immortal  pleasures  give  ; 
Thy  presence,  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Christ  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  sung ; 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jesus,  whom  ev'ry  saint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  slain ; 
Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  restores, 
Behold,  he  lives  again ' 

6  When  shall  my  feet  arise,  and  stand 

On  heaven's  eternal  hills  i' 
There  sits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  smiles.] 

PSALM  17,  ver.  13,  he.    Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  saints  and  sinners  ;  or^  hope  and  dei- 
pair  in  deaths 

1  A  RISE,  njy  gi'acious  God, 
J:3l  And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod, 

To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain , 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 
C 


U  PSALM  17. 

o  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boast  of  all  his  store ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  IT)','  forg-iving  God  •, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Wash'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 
'  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun, 
When  I  awake  from  death, 
Brest  m  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM  17.    Long  Metre. 

/  Ae  sinnei-h   portion  and  saint''s  hope  ;   or,   the 
hiuvcn  of  separate  sotds,  and  the  resurrection. 

LORD,  I  am  thine  j  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love: 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join. 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 
.  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
' Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know  j 
'Tis  all  they  seek  ;  they  take  their  sbaECii, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 
What  sinners  value,  I  resign; 
foul,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
.  Tliis  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
15at  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
llath  jo}'s  substantial  and  sincere ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  thwe  t 

5  0  glorious  hour  1  0  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
f'he  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 


PSALM  18.  35 

6  My  fiesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trHinpet's  joyful  sound : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 
PSALM  18.     1st  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  1—6, 13—18. 
Deliverance  from  despair  ;  or,  temptations  over- 
come. 

1  rpHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength, 

M.    My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence : 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 
Stood  round  me  v/ith  tiieir  dismal  shade ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rose. 
And  made  my  sinlung  soul  afraid. 

3  I  saw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
Which  none,  but  they  that  feel,  can  tell, 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  despair. 

4  In  my  distress,  I  cali'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine  ; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

5  [With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  Ught'ning  shone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke. 
The  blast  of  his  almighty  breath  ; 
He  sent  salvation  from  on  high. 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears^  my  foes  were  great. 
Much  was  their  strength  and  more  their  raff* 


35  PSALM  18. 

But  Christ,  my  Lord,  is  conquVor  still, 
In  all  the  wars  that  devils  wage. 
S  My  song  for  ever  shall  record, 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour : 
And  give  the  gloiy  to  the  Lord; 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

PSALM  18.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  20—26. 

Sincerity  provtd  and  rewarded 

LORD,  tliou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 

Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 

And  thou  hast  own'd  ray  righteous  cause. 

Since  I  have  leam'd  thy  holy  ways, 

I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face: 

Or,  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

'Twas  never  with  a  wicked  heart. 

What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest! 

What  wars  and  strugglings  in  my  braast! 

But,  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 

I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 
■  That  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 

That  works  and  strives  against  my  will ; 

When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sov'reign  pow'r, 

Destioy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more  i" 
>  [With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 

Deals  out  to  mortals  th*ir  reward, 

The  kind  and  faithful  souls  shall  find, 

A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
)  The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say, 

Thau  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they,   ; 

And  men  that  love  revenge,  shall  know^ 

God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too.] 


PSALM  18.  37 

PSALM  18.     3(/  FarU    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  30,  31,32,46,  &c. 

R^oicing  in  God  ;  or,  salvation  and  triumph. 
t  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
-  *J    Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode ; 

Who  is  a  God,  beside  Ibe  Lord  ? 

Or,  Where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  inith  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield ; 
And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

a  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock, 
The  God  of  my  Salvation  lives ! 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  broke ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  scofiers  of  the  age 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 

Kor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage. 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  shame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  ?eed, 
Thy  grace  for  ever  shall  extend ; 

Thy  love  to  saints,  in  Christ  their  Head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM  18.    \st  Part.    Common  Metre 
Victor]}  and  triuvxpk  over  temporal  enemies. 

1  Tin'E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
V  T    Now  is  tlune  arm  reveal'd ; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  cur  heav'niy  toWr, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 

3  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Reck, 

And  find  a  sure  defence : 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke. 

And  draw  salvation  thence. 


38  PSALM  18. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arras, 

What  mortal  heait  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 

The  light'niijg  of  his  spear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels,  in  array. 
In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind, 
And  swift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  speaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  dismay'd ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angi-y  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  skill. 
Gives  them  bis  awful  sword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  steel. 

7  [He  arras  our  captains  to  the  fight, 

Though  there  his  name's  forgot ", 
(Hf  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 

8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  narions  blest, 

For  his  own  church's  sake ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  rest, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 
PSALM  18.    '2d  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  conqueror^s  song. 
i  rpO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
JL    The  triaaiphs  of  the  day  . 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confouad  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  strength  away. 
C  '  Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail. 
And  broak  united  pow'rs  •, 
Or  bum  their  boasted  lleets,  or  scale 
Tlie  pruimest  of  Uieir  low'rs. 


PSALM  19.  3y 

8  How  Lave  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field 
And  trod  them  to  the  grouud, 
While  thy  salvation  Was  our  shield 
But  they  no  shelter  found ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  saints  they  cry ; 

And  perish  in  their  blood: 
Where  is  a  rock  so  great,  so  high, 
So  ;;jow'rful  as  our  God? 

5  The  Rock  of  Israel  ever  lives ; 

His  name  be  ever  blest; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'rj'  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  rest. 

6  On  kings  that  reign  as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  blessing  down; 
Secures  their  honours  to  their  seed, 

And  well  supports  their  ci'own. 
PSALM  19.    1st  Part.    Short  Metrt;. 

The  books  of  nature  and  scripture. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  -pEHOLD  the  lofty  sky 
Rj  Declares  its  maker,  God, 
And  all  his  starry  works  on  high, 

Procltdni  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  difi''rent  land 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ■, 

They  shew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  christian  lands,  rejoice ! 
Here  he  reveals  his  word; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice, 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord, 


40  PSALM  19. 

5      His  statutes  and  commands 
Are  set  before  our  eyes : 
He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 
o      His  laws  are  just  and  pure  •, 
His  truth  without  deceit ; 
His  promises  for  ever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 
^      [Not  honey  to  ihe  taste 
Affords  so  much  delight  ■■, 
Nor  gold,  that  has  the  furnace  past, 
So  much  allures  the  sight. 

3  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 

Accept  lae  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  myRedeemer's  name.] 

P3ALM  19.     2d  Part.     Short  Metre. 

Gad's  xoord  most  excellent ;  or,  sincerity  and 

watchfulness. 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

BEHOLD  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  I 
His  beams  through  ail  the  nations  run, 
And  life  aad  light  convey. 
?      But  where  the  gospel  comes, 
"It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
U  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tomb?, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 
<      How  perfect  is  thy  word ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  just  •, 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise, Loiii, 
Aiid  men  secufeiy  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  Itiy  directions  giv'n' 


FSALM  19.  41 

0  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n. 
PAUSE. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  roe,  lest  I  stray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  bis  ways  ? 

Vet,  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tmusgress. 

7  Warn  me  of  every  sin ; 
Forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 

Accept  the  worship  and  the  song. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM  19.     Long  Metre. 

Tht  booJcs  qf  nature  and  of  scripture  compartd  ; 

or,  the  glory  and  success  of  the  gospel. 

1  fBlHE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord ; 

X    In  ev'iy  star  thy  wisdom  shines : 

But  when  oiir  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  tliyname  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days,  tfey  pow'r  confess  -, 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  neve,  stanfl ; 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  tou€h'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 


42  PSALM  19. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  I 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heav'niy  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiv'n : 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

PSALM  19.    Particular  Metre. 

The  boolcs  of-  nainTZ  and  scripture. 
I  £-i  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'n's  wellorder'd  frame 
\J(  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name: 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine : 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundless  pow'r  and  skill  divine. 
;  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'niy  wisdom  read ; 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 
And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 
3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  sun. 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice; 
The  sun  like  some  young  bridegroom  dres:, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  6._st, 
Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 


PSALM  W.  43 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beamii  abroad, 
He  smiles,  and  speaks  his  maker,  God  } 

All  nature  joins  to  shew  thy  praise. 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  shines  -, 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  liues, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

PAUSE. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  v.-ord ; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afibrd 

To  souls  hecighted  and  distrest ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray. 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

6  From  the  discov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw : 

Th^e  are  my  study  and  delight !    • 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  tliat  has  the  furnace  past, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight 

7  Thy  threat'uings  wake  ray  slumb'ring  eyes, 
Anil  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  'lis  thy  blessed  gospel.  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin. 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  ^Vho  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  f 
My  God,  forgive  asy  secret  faults. 

And  from  presum"[)tuous  sins  restrain  , 
Accept  ray  poor  attempts  of  praise. 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  nni  in  vain. 


44  PSALM  20,  21, 

PSALM  20.    Long  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope  of  victory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

1  TVTOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  g^ce 
XI    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry! 
Jehovah  lienrs  when  Israel  prays : 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  higb. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
Better  than  sliields  or  brazen  walls : 
He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 
Succour  and  strength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts ; 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war. 
And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boast ; 
Our  surest  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hosts. 

6  [0  mny  the  racm'ry  of  thy  name 
inspire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 

Our  foes  shall  fall  and  die  wHli  shame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  shameful  flignt. 

7  Now  save  us  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
Now  let  our  hi>'pes  be  firm  and  sti'ong, 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appea)-, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 
rSALM  2!.    Common  Metre.    Mered. 

Our  country  the  care  of  Heaven. 
1   f\VR  land,  O  Lord,  v/ith  songs  of  praise 
%J  Shall  )n  thy  ?ti-ength  rejoice ; 


PSALM  21.  45 

And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  laise 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  sure  defence,  throug-h  nations  round, 

Has  spread  our  wondrous  name  •, 
And  our  successful  actions  crowu'd 
With  dignity  and  fame. 

3  Then  let  our  land  on  God  alone 

For  timely  aid  rely; 
Hw  mercy,  which  adoras  his  throne, 
Shall  all  our  wants  supply. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,  thy  stubborn  foes 

Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand ; 
Thy  vengeful  arm  shall  find  out  |^ose 
Who  hate  all  just  command. 

5  When  thou  against  them  dost  engage. 

Thy  .lust,  but  dreadful  doom 
Slall,  like  a  fiery  ov*n's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  them  consume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  pow'r  declare, 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame; 
^V^lilst  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare, 
For  thine  almighty  name.  • 

PSALM  21.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  1—9. 

Christ  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  "plAVLD  rejojc'd  in  God  his  strength, 
AJ  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace. 
But  Christ  the  Son,  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praise. 

2  How  gi-eat  is  the  Messiah's  joy 
In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand ! 

Lord,  tnoa  hast  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 


46  PSALM  22. 

3  Thy  goouJess  grants  whate'^fcr  he  wiU, 
2?or  doth  the  least  request  withhold ; 
Blessings  of  love  prevent  him  still, 
And  crowTifi  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majesty  divine 
Around  his  sacred  temples  sfcine  ; 
Blest  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlasting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  shall  find  out  all  his  foes ; 
And,  as  a  fiery  oven  glows, 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
So  shall  thy  %vrath  devour  their  souls. 

PSALII»l22.    \si  Pari.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  1—16. 

The  sufferings  and  death  of  Christ. 

1  "  1 XTHY  has  my  God  mv  soul  forsook, 

Vf    Nor  will  a  smile  afford ?" 
(Thus  David  once  in  dnguish  spoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dweVl 

Among  thy  praising  saints, 
Yet  thou  canst  hear  a  groan  as  well, 

And  pity  our  complaints. 
S  Our  fatbei-s  trusted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found ; 
But  I'm  a  worm,  despis'd  of  metK, 

And  trodden  to  the  ground. 
4  Shaking  the  head,  they  pass  rae  by, 

And  laugh  my«oul  to  scorn; 
"  In  vain  he  ti-vjsts  m  God,"  they  cry, 

"  Neglected  and  forlorn.'^ 
5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flesh. 

By  thine  almighty  word : 
And  since  I  hung  upon  the  breast 

My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 


PSALM  22  47 

6  Why  will  my  Fatber  hide  his  face 

When  foes  stand  threat'ning  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  distress, 
And  not  a  helper  found  ? 
PAUSE. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Bashan,  fierce  and  strong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  sorrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  smart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  trj'  to"  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  ?ov"re!gn  hand  let  loose 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell. 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruise 
The  Son  lie  .oves  so  v/ell  ? 

10  My  God,  if  possible  it  Ije, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  •, 

But  I  resign  my  will  to  thee, 

And  drink  the  sorrows  up- 

1 1  My  heart  dissolves  with  pangs  unknown  5 

In  groans  I  waste  ray  breath  -, 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me   down 
Low  as  the  dust  of  death. 


12  Father,  I  give  my  spirit  up, 
And  trust  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope, 
And  rise  at  thy  command. 
PSALM  22.    M  Part.    Common  Meire. 
Ver.  20,  21,  27—31. 
Christ^s  sufferings  and  kingdom. 
1  «  TVrOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
1>I    O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son ; 
Nor  leave  thy  darline  to  engage, 
The  pcw'rs  of  hellalOne. ' 


48  PSALM  as. 

2  Thus  did  our  suff 'ring  Saviour  pray, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears : 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vict'ry  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  eeu'th 
Shall  worship,  or  shall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  must  arise 

from  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  shall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 

For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  souls  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 
And  all,  that  seek  the  Lord,  shall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  nations,  yet  unborn,  profess 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM  22.    Long  Metre. 

Chrisi^s  su^erings  and  exaltation. 

1  TVTOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
X^    The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn. 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh 'd  in  scorn, 
"  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  tiy  himself  to  save. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
God  was  his  Father,  and  his  friend ; 
If  God  the  blessed  lov'd  him  so, 
Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now .'" 


PSALM  23.  49 

4  Baibarous  people !  cruel  priests ! 

How  they  stood  round  like  savage  beasts, 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  Thev  v/ound  his  head,  his  hands,  bis  feet 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet  5 
Ky  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
8  Rut  God  his  Father  heard  liis  cry : 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  :, 
Tlie  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 
PSALM  23.    Long  Metre 

God  our  shepherd. 

1  "pLfY  shepherd  is  the  hving  Lord* 

ItX  Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  supply 'd  • 
His  providence  and  holy  word. 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures  where  saHation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food's  diAinely  blest. 
S  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mistake, 
But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me  for  Ids  mercy's  sake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

4  Tliough  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vaie. 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are. 

My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fai!, 
For  God  my  shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidst  the  darkness  and  the  deeps. 
Thou  ai-t  my  comfort,  thou  my  stay », 
Thy  sjaff  supports  my  feeble  steps 
Thy  rod  directs  mv  doubtful  way 


50  PSALM    23. 

G  The  sons  of  earth,  and  sons  of  hel. 

Gaze  at  thy  tfoodness  and  repine 

To  see  my  table  spread  so  well, 

With  living-  bread,  and  cheerful  wine. 
7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

Thy  spirit  cond.?scends  to  rest ! 

'Tis  a  divine  anointing-,  shed 

Like  oil  of  gladness  at  a  feast. 

0  Surelv  tlie  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  household  all  their  days  •, 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 
To  seek  his  face  and  sing  his  praise.] 

PSALM  23.    Com-iiion  Metre. 

1  ■jl/fY  shepherd  will  s-apply  my  need, 
If.fl.  Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'rii.g  spirit  back. 

When  I  forsake  his  ways ; 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  sliades  of  death. 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay  •, 
A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  ray  fears  away. 

4  Thv  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foe.s, 

ijoth  still  my'table  spread: 
3T-,'  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  ray  head. 
.5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days ; 
O  may  thine  house  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praise. 


PSALM  23,  24.  51 

6  There  would  I  find  a  settlea  rest, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALIM  23.     Short  Metro. 

1  rrillE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 

X    I  shall  be  well  supply'd : 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  hi?, 

What  can  I  v/ant  beside  i 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heav'niy  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows 

3  If  o'er  I  go  astray. 

Ho  doth  my  soul  reclaim. 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
ior  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ;  [sliaaV. 

Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark 
My  shepherd's  with  me  there. 
.5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exedts  my  head. 
e  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days. 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove. 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 
PSALM  24.     Common  Metre. 

Druelling  rvith  God^ 

THE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
With  Adam's  num'roas  race 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  ficH.'ds, 
And  built  it  on  the  seas. 


52  PSALM  24. 

2  But  who  among  the  sons  of  men 
May  vidt  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 
S  This  man  may  rise,  and  freely  take 
The  blessings  «f  his  grace  •, 
This  is  the  lot  of  those  that  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  souls'  immortal  pow'rs 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare  •, 

Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors, 

The"  King  of  Glory's  near. 

5  The  Kin;?  of  Glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of"  his  mignt  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  •,  but  to  dwell 
With  saints,  is  his  delight. 

PSALM  24.     Lonff  Metre. 

Saint.i'diveU  in  heaven :  or,  C/tmt's  ascension. 

1  rflHIS  sixicious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's. 

A  And  men.  and  worms,and  beasts,and  birds, 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  h:gh, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky : 
Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean, 
Him  shall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  hiess, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  Tliese  are  the  men,  the  pious  jace, 
That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  -, 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
Asd  dwell  in  everlasting  light.  ^ 


PSALM  23.  53 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  shining-  worlds  on  Ixigh. 
Behold  the  king  of  glory  nigh ! 
Who  can  this  king  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heavenly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord  tbe  Saviour  way  : 
Lad'iu  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  cooqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell . 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternaf  door, 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  25.     Ut  Part.     Short  Metre 
Ver.  1— n. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction. 

1  T  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
JL  Mj'  trust  is  in  his  name  - 

Let  not  'my  foes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Persuade  me  to  despair ; 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nairt  we!!, 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 

3  From  the  first  dawning  light 
Till  the  dark  ev'niug  rise, 

For  thy  salvation,  Lord,^  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Fargive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 


34  PSALM  26. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind ; 
The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways  •, 

And  ev'i-y  humble  sinner  find  . 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodness'  sake 
lie  saves  my  soul  fi'om  shame: 

He  pardons  (thoug-h  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redf  emer's  name. 

PSALM  25.   Id  Part.  Short  Metre 
Ver.  12,  14,  10,  13. 

Divine  instniction. 

1  TT[7HERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 

TV    That  fears  t'  offend  his  God ; 
That  loves  !he  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  f 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 
The  secrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  show, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 
8      The  dealings  of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  to  his  cov'nant  stand, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 
4      Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  maker's  face : 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 

In  their  extensive  grace. 

PSALM  25.    3d  Part.     Short  Metre. 

Ver.  15—22. 
Distrtss  of  soul ;  or,  backsliding  and  desertion, 
I       IVfllNE  eyes  and  my  desire 
iTJ.  Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 
\  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upou  his  word. 


PSALM  £6.  55 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  ray  soul, 
Bring  tby  salvation  neai-  -, 

When  will  tby  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  ? 

3  When  snail  the  sov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgivhig-  God, 

Restore  me  from  those  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 
i      The  tiunult  of  ray  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge"  my  wo  . 
My  spirit  languishes,  mj'  heart 
Is  desolate  and  low. 
5      With  ev'iy  morning  light 
BIy  sorrow  new  begins  • 
Look  on  my  anguish  and  mj'  pain, 
And  pardon  all  mj'  sins. 
PAUSE. 
<3      Behold  the  hosts  of  hell ; 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  1 
Against  my  life  they  rise,  and  join 
Their  fmy  with  deceit. 
1      O !  keep  my  soul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame, 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
8      With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  see  thy  face  again ; 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne  er  be  said, 
"  He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain." 

PSALM  26.     Long  Metre. 

Self-examination  ;  or,  evidences  of  grace. 

1    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways. 

if   And  tiy  ray  reins  and  try  my  heart ; 


56  PSALM  27. 

My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays,, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

Z  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  Ties ; 
The  scoffer  and  the  liypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongst  thy  saints  will  I  appear 
Wi*.h  hands  well  wash'd  in  innocence; 
But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar. 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

:  I  love  thy  liabitatlon,  Lord, 
The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  soul  be  join'd  at  last, 
With  men  of  treacheiy  and  blood, 
Since  I  mv  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  this  saints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM 27.  )stPart.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  1—6. 

The  church  is  our  delight  and  safety. 
\  rpHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
i      And  my  salvation  too  5 
God  is  mv  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires : 

0  '  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  ihaU  I  offer  my  request?, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
-     Shall  liear  thy  messaijes  of  love, 
Ar.d  there  inquire  thy  wdl. 


PSALM  27.  67 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  bis  children  hide  -, 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temples  sound. 

PSALM  27.   2d  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. 

Prayer  and  hope. 

1  CJOON  as  I  heai'd  my  Father  say, 
O  "  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace  •," 
My  heart  re  ply 'd  without  delay, 

"  I'll  seek  roy  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away , 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  wilfa  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd 
To  see  thy  giace  provide  relief. 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 
.")  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


53  PSALM  29,  30. 

PSALM  29.     Long-  Metre. 

Storvi  and  thunder, 

1  /~i  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
\Jf  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r ; 
Ascribe  due  hortours  to  his  naaic, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud, 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  5 

His  voice  divides  the  watVy  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  bis  command. 

3  He  speaks,  and  tempest,  liail  and  wind 
Lay  the  wide  forest  liare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  tiuns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  stately  cedars  bieak; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise. 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sov'reign  o'er  the  flood  ; 
The  Thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
AVhere  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there,  the  Lord 
The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts  5 
Amidst  the  I'aging  storm,  his  woid 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  heai'ts 

PSALM  30.     Ut  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Sickness  healed,  and  soiToxv  removed. 
1  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL  At  thy  command  diseases  liy  5 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 


PSALM  30.  59 

2  Sing-  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  bis  gooduess  is ; 
Let  aMyour  pow'rs  rejoice  and  bless, 
While  you  record  his  holiness. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  slays : 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  5 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

PSALM  30.    '2.(1  Part.    Long  Metre, 

Ver.  6. 

Health,  sicJcness,  atid  recovery. 

FIRai  was  my  health,  my  day  was.bright, 
And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night . 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
"  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long  5 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide. 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

Deep  in  the  dust,  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  ? 

4  Hear  me,  0  God  of  grace,"  I  said, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  anu  lears,  ana  terms  of  woe, 
Are  turnVl  to  joy  and  praises  now  5 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground. 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 


60  PSALM  31. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  fiame, 

Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name  5  , 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  thro' earth  and  heav  n, 

For  sickness  heal'd,  and  sins  forgiven. 

PSALM  31.    1st  Part-    Common  Metre. 

Vcr.  5,  13-19,22,23. 

Deliverance  from  death. 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
i  My  spirit  I  commit ; 

Thou  hast  redeemVl  my  soul  from  death, 
And  sav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  passions  of  my  hope  and  fear, 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  strife. 
While  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin  conspir  d 
To  talie  away  my  life. 

3  "  Mv  times  are  in  thv  hand,"  I  cry'd, 

"Though  I  draw  near  the  dusf," 
Thoti  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thv  servant  shine, 
And  save  me,  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 
PAUSE. 

5  ['Tv.-as  i-n  my  haste  my  spirit  said, 

"  I  must  despair  and  die, 
1  am  cut  oft'  before  thine  eyes ;" 

But  thou  hast  heard  my  cry.] 
S  Thy  goodness,  how  divinely  free  ! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  giacc 
To  those  that  fear  thy  majesty, 

And  trust  thy  promises ' 


PSALM  31.  CI 

r  0  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 
And  sing  his  praises  loud ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompense  the  proud. 

PSALM  31.    2d  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Ver.7— 13,  18—21. 

Deliverance  from  slander  caid  reproach. 

MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
My  God,  my  help,  my  trust ; 
Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  dust. 

2  «  My  life  is  spent  with  grief,"  I  cry'd ; 

"  My  years  consum'd  :.-\  groans  ; 
My  sU-eugth  decays,  mine  eyes  are  diy'd. 
And  sorrow  wastes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 

Was  a  mere  jTroverb  grown : 
While  to  my  neighbour  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fsnr  on  ev'ry  side 

Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round ; 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd , 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 
PAUSE. 

5  Kow  great  deliv'rance  thou  hast  wiought 

Before  the  sons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  silence  brought. 
And  made  their  boastings  vain ' 

6  Thy  cblidren  from  the  strife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide-, 
Guaru  them  from  infamy  and  vvTOngs- 
And  crush  tlie  sons  of  pride. 


62  PSALM  32. 

7  Within  thv  secret  presence,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell  •,  ^ 

No  fenced  city,  wali'd  and  barr  d, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

PSALM  32.    Short  Metre 

Foyh-eness  of  sins  upon  confession. 

1  4pv  ifLESS  ED  souls  are  they, 
\J  Whose  sins  ere  coverd  o'er  I 

Divinely  blest,  to  whor.i  tlie  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  Thev  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 

Then-  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  feit  the  fesl'ring  wound  •, 

Till  I  confessxl  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 
PSALM  32.    Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  and  sincere  obedience;   or,   confe 

sion  and  forgiveness. 
J  TTAPPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
Ji  No  more  imputes  his  sin  •, 
Hut  wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Ilath  made  his  garments  clean '. 
2  Happy,  beyond  expression,  he        ^ 
Whose  debts  are  thus  dischsrg  u 
And  from  the  jruilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  soul  eniarg'd  I 


PSALM  32.  63 

S  His  spirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  sincere, 
He  guarils  his  beart,  he  g-uards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inwar:!  guilt  supprest, 

No  quiet  could  I  find : 
Tliy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breast, 
And  raclt'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confess'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

I\Iy  secret  sins  reveal'd  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  seal'd. 

6  Tpis  shall  invite  thy  >aints  to  pray  ; 

Wlien  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rise,  our  strength  and  stay 

Is  a  forgiving  God. 
PSALM  32.     1st  Pare      Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon;  or,  justification 
and  sanctijication, 

1  "OLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest, 
Jj  Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confess'd, 
And  cover'd  with  iiis  Saviom-'s  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward. 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

f)  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear. 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
T'  a?  hides  and  cancels  all  bis  sins, 
Willie  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Tbrongh  his  whole  life  appeae?  and  shines 


64  PSALM  32,  33. 

PSALM  32.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  conscience  eased  hy  confession  and 
pardon. 

1  XT THILE  I  keep  silence,  and  conceal 

?  V    My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel . 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart ! 

2  I  spread  mv  sins  before  tlie  Lord, 
And  all  my  secret  faults  confess ; 
Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  ev'i-y  humble  soul 
Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat : 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  snail  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear  . 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  ev'ry  snare. 
PSALM  33.    \st  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  T>  EJOIOE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
•   Jt%,  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  ,iust,  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  keav'nly  arches  spread  ; 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  shining  bests  were  made. 


PSALM  33,  66 

4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep ; 
The  dowing  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  station  keep. 

5  Ye  te.iants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand : 
He  spake,  and  natdre  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  ccmmand. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs : 
His  counsel  stands  ihrougb  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  fiUl  gloi-y  shines. 

PSALM  33,    ^d  Part.    Common  ]Metre 

Creatures  vain,  and  ffjd  all. sufficient. 

1  "DLEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
X>  Ha.tli  fix'd  his  gracious  throne ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'uly  word. 

And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  e}e  with  infinite  survey 

Does  the  whole  world  behold ; 
He  fonc'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
S  Kings  are  not  rescu'd  by  tlie  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  speed,  nor  courage  of  an  horse. 
Can  the  bold  rider  save. 
<  Vain  is  the  strength  of  beasts  or  nneii, 
To  hope  for  safety  thence : 
Bat  holy  souls  from  God  obtain 
A  strong  and  sure  defence. 
S  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  iheir  trust, 
When  plagues  or  famines  spread . 
His  v.atcliful  eye  secures  the  jusi, 
Amongft  ten  tliousand  dead. 
E 


6b  PSALM  33. 

G  Lord,  let  our  heprls  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  bless  us  from  thy  throne  j 
For  we  hare  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  trust  tby  grace  .alone. 

PSALM  33.  \st  Part.  Par.  Metre. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  "^E  holy  souls',  in  God  rejoice ; 

JL    Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice ; 

Great  is  your  thrme,  your  songs  be  new: 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  Vvord,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature,  und  of  grace, 

How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true  ! 

2  Justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

Anrl  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves : 
His  wf)rd  tlie  heav'nly  arches  spread ; 

How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south  ! 

And  by  the  spirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  starry  arraics  made. 

3  fie  gathers  the  wide  flovkdng  seas, 
(Those  wal'ry  treasures  know  their  place) 

111  the  vast  storehouse  of  the  deep : 
He  spake,  and  gave  all  nature  hirth, 
And  fires  and  seas,  and  heaven  and  earth 

His  everlasting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  ti-enible  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  m  eak  your  hands, 
But  Lis  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 


PSALM  33,  34.  67 

PSALM  33.   2rf  Part.    Par.  Metre. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-suffisifnt. 

1  f^  HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\J  Reveals  the  treasure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  eaithly  Ibrone  ! 
His  eye  the  heatlien  world  surveys, 
He  form'ti  their  hearts,  he  knows  tlieir  ways  ; 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  host 

And  of  his  streng-th  the  champion  boast  • 
In  vain  they  boast,  in  vain  rely: 

In  vain  we  trust  the  brutal  force, 

Or  speed,  or  courage  of  an  horse, 
To  guaid  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  compassion,  Lord, 
Doth  raore  secure  defence  afford, 

When  death  or  dangers  threatening  stand  . 
Thy  watchful  eye  preserves  the  just. 
Who  make  tay  name  their  fear  and  trust, 

When  wars  or  famine  waste  the  land. 

4  In  sickness  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  physician,  thou  our  shield, 

Sepd  as  salvation  from  thy  throne : 
We  wait  to  tse  thy  goodness  shine ; 
Lei  us  rejoice  in  help  divine. 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  34.    \st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

GoA''s  care  of  the  mints  ;  or,  deliverance  hy  prayer 
ORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 


U 


Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace. 
While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 


5«  PSALM  34. 

Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  iM ; 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  oame  . 
I  sought  the  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  shame. 

5  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inw-irfl  pains  relief. 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  thsir  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  sliine: 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

b  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  teats 
Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lordi 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  saints, 
Taste  of  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word  . 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  wilh^iain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood ; 
But  none  shall  seek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  supplies  of  real  good. 

PSALM  34.    2d  Pai-t.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  11—22. 
Religious  educatiim ;  or,  tnstruclions  of  piety. 

1  1^  niLDREN,in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
\J  Your  parents'  hope,  your  pai'enis' joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue  5 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  It  you  de?Ire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  stale, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

5  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  j 


PSALM  34.  69 

He  sets  his  frowning  face  agairst 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nia'h  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
Wlien  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groan*, 
His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  brolien  bones : 
They  in  his  praise  employ  their  breath. 

PSALM  34.  ]st  Part.    Common  Metre 
Ver.  1—10. 

Prayer,  and  praise  for  eminent  delivera^eet, 

1  T'LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day : 
JL  How  good  are  all  his  ways  i 

Te  humble  souls  that  use  to  pray, 
Come,  help  n.y  hps  to  praise. 

2  Sin§'  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  suff 'rer  crj''d  ; 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  shame. 
Nor  was  his  suit  deny'd. 

3  When  threatening  sorrows  round  me  stooti , 

And  endless  fears  arose, 
Lilie  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes  ; 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress, 

With  heavj'  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  "sharpest  torments  easb 
And  silenc'd  all  my  fears. 
PAUSE. 

5  [0  sinners !  come  and  taste  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways ; 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
Tlie  sweetness  of  his  grace. 


70  PSALM  34. 

•3  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  wliere  his  children  dwell  5 
What  r'Js  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  f  ■)x:5ue  can  tell.] 

7  [0  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his ! 

His  eye  regards  the  jus*  * 

How  richly  bless'd  their  portion  is, 
Wlio  make  the  Lord  tbeir  trust! 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  witli  hunger,  roar, 

And  famish  in  the  wood  5 
But  God  supplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 
PSALM  34.    td  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  11—22.  , 

Exhortations  to  peace  and  hoaness. 

1  I^OME,  children,  learn  to  *"ear  the  Lord ; 
KJ  And,  that  your  days  be  long. 

Let  not  a  false  or  spiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Deiiart  from  mischief,  practise  love, 

Pursue  the  worjis  of  peace  • 
So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  set  your  souls  at  easr 
S  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  tlie  just, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  j 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  iu  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 
4  What  though  the  sorrows  here  they  taste 
Are  sharp  and  tediouo  too. 
The  Lord,  wlio  saves  them  all  at  last, 
Is  their  supporter  now. 

shall  smite  the  wicked  dead, 
tJUi  <jca  secures  his  ovvu, 


PSALM  S3.  71 

Prevents  the  miscLief  wben  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone, 
a  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 
O'er  the  proud  sinner  reds, 
Saints  Scd  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
^    For  he  redeem'tl  their  souls. 
PSALM  35.     1st  Fart.  Common  Met r<- 

Ver.  1—9. 
P.aysr  and  faith  of  persecuted  saints  ;  or,  impre- 
cations mixed  with  charity. 

1  TVTOW  plead  my  cause,  Almighty  (Jod, 
IM    With  all  the  sohs  of  strife  ; 

And  ficht  against  the  iien  of  blood, 
'     Who  fight  against  ie>  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  spear,  and  stop  their  way, 

Lift  ihy  avenging  rod  •, 
But  to  my  soul  in  mercy  say, 
"  I  aai  thy  Saviour  God.'' 

3  They  plant  their  snares  to  catch  my  feet, 

And  nets  of  migchief  spread ; 
Plunge  the  destroyors  in  ths  pit 
That  their  own  liands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darkness  hide  their  way, 

And  slipp'ry  be  their  ground  ; 
Thy  wrath  shall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  i-age  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind. 

Before  tliine  angry  breath : 
Ti»e  angel  of  the  Lora  behind 
Pursues  them  down  to  desth. 

6  They  love  the  road' that  leads  to  hell 

Then  let  the  rebels  he, 


72  PSALM  35 

Whose  malice  is  iraplacablf, 
Against  the  Lord  on  high. 
■  But  if  thou  hast  a  chosen  few 
Among'st  that  impious  race, 
Divide  them  from  tlie  bloody  crew, 
By  thy  surprising  grace. 

3  Then  will  I  raise  lay  tuneful  voice, 

To  malie  thy  wonders  Itnown : 
In  their  salvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  bless  tliee  for  my  own. 

PSALM  35.   2d  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Verse  12—14. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  the  love  of  Chnst  to  sinners 
typified  in  David. 

1  "OKIIOLD !  the  love,  the  genVous  love, 
Sy   •''?at  holy  David  shows ; 

Har '    .low  his  sounding  bowels  move, 
To  bis  afflicted  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  coraplain?, 

And  seems  to  feel  the  smart  5 
The  spirit  of  (he  gospel  reigns, 

And  melts  his  pious  heart. 
How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  I 
And  fasting,  mortify'd  his  soul, 

While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  tlieir  btd 

Yet  still  he  p'.eads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
Tiie  righteous  God  returns. 

5  0  glorious  tvpe  of  lieav'nly  grace  : 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears  : 


PSALM  36.  73 

While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays 

And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  Ke,  the  tiiie  David,  Israel's  king, 

Blest  and  tselov'd  of  God, 

To  save  us  rebels,  deatl  in  sin, 

Paid  his  own  dearest  blood. 

PSALM  36.  Ver.  6— y.  Long  Metre. 

The  perfections  and  providence  of  God  ;  or,  gen' 
eral providence  and  special  grace. 

1  TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  ! 
,i~l    Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Tliy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud. 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  niountains  their  foundations  keep  j 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  5 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share'; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ; 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free. 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  prorais'd  in  Ihy  word. 


74  PSALM  36 

PSALM  36.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  1,2,5,  6,7,  9. 

Practical  atheism  exposed :  or,  the  being  aiid  at' 
tribiUes  of  God  asserted. 

1  TTfrniLE  iTien  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways. 

jfr      Antl  ypl  a  l-rod  tlioj-  own, 

My  heart  within  me  often  says, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  avid  ways  at  once  declare, 

(VVhate'er  their  lips  profess) 
«  God  liath  no  wrath  f>r  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  seek  his  grace." 

3  What  strange  self-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes!. 

But  there's  a  hast'ning  hour,  * 

Wlien  they  shall  see,  with  sore  surprise, 
The  terrors  of  thy  powT. 

4  Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unimown, 

A  deep  unfathora'd  sea. 
fi  Above  these  heav'n's  created  rounds, 

Thy  mprcies.  Lord,  exleiiU  5 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 

Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodness  Ijrings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beast : 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choose  to  rest. 

7  [From  thee,  when  creature-streams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  springs  of  life  shall  flow, 
And  raise  our  pleasures  high. 


PSALM  3G.  75 

B  Though  all  create*!  light  decay, 
Ami  death  close  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 
■yviicre  douiis  caa  i!e\er  vise.] 
PSALM  35.   Ver.  1—7.  Short  Metre. 

The  wickedness  ofman^  and  the  viajesOj  of  God  i 
n.%  prat-t.ical  atheism  expcsei- 

1  "ITirilEN  nia;i  grows  bold  in  sin, 

VV    Mv  heart  within  me  cries, 
«  He  hatii  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
In  a  self-flatt'ring  dream, 

Till  his  dark  crimes  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expose  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  false  and  foul, 

His  words  are  smooth  and  fau' ; 

Wisdom  is  banish'd  from  his  soul. 

And  leaves  no  goodness  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mischiefs  to  fulfil ', 

He  sets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  practise  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renoance  his  fear ; 

His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  transcend?  the  sky ; 
In  heav'n  bis  mercies  dwell  5 

Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie, 
[1         His  anger   burns  to  hell. 
1  7      How  excellent  his  love  f 
1        Whence  all  our  safety  spvi^igs . 


76  PSALM  57. 

0  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneatli  his  wings. 

PSALM  37.  Isi  Part.    Common  Metre»!J 
Ver.  1—16.  J 

The  mre  of  emnj,fretfulness  and  unbelief:  or.' 
the  7-etoai-aii  uf  <Ac  righteous.,  una  t/ie  vrtdted . 
or,  the  worWs  haired,  and  the  saint's  patience. 


HY  should  I  vex  my  soul,  and  fret 
To  see  the  wicked  rise  ? 


Or  envy  sinners,  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grass  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  evening  fades, 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish  soon 
In  everlasting  shades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trilst, 

And  practise  all  that's  good ; 

So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  uouhtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known. 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek,  at  last,  the  earth  possess. 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n : 
True  tiches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  souls  are  given. 


PSALM  37.  T7 

PAUSE. 
'  Rest  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  j-our  anger  rise, 
Though  Providence  should  long  delay 
To  punish  haughty  vice. 
'.  Let  sinners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  fo<un  •, 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  sees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
I  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  sword, 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  slay  the  men  that  fefir  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
0  My  God  shall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  persecuting  darts ; 
Shall  their  own  swords  against  them  turn, 
And  pain  f  urprise  their  hearts. 

PSALM  37.    2(^  Part.   Common  Metre. 

Ver.  16,21,26— 31. 
\Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,  7-eligion  in  woids  and 

deeds. 
I  "117"HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 
f  V    And  grow  profanely  bold  i" 
Tlie  nicanest  portion  of  the  just 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 
i  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 
But  ne'er  designs  to  pay : 
The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 
J  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  he  gives 
Amongst  the  sons  of  need ; 
His  niem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  bis  seed. 


78  PSALM  Sr 

4  His  lips  abhor  Jo  talk  profane, 

To  slander  or  d'^fraud ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  "he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
Hts  feet  shall  never  slide. 

6  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand, 

Preserv'cl  from  ev'rv  snare  ; 
They  sha"  possess  the  promised  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM  37.    Oil  Part.   Common  Metre. 

.     Ver.  23—37. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 

1  Tl/rY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
xvJb.  Are  order'd  by  thy  will ; 
Though  tViey  should  fall,  they  rise  agaiii; 

Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 

Their  virtMe  he  approves: 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leavt-  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'niy  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs, 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  men. 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  , 
Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  justice  casts  them  down. 


PSALM  38.  79 

PAUSE. 
5  The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen, 
Not /earing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay  tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad, 
i  And  lo,  he  vanish'd  from  the  ground, 
Destroy 'd  by  hands  unseen  . 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 
7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 
His  sev'ral  steps  attend  •, 
True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
Apd  pesceful  is  his  end. 

!       PSALM  38.     Common  Metre. 

jUruUt  of  conscience  and  rdkf ;  or,  repentance  and 
jprayc/  for  pardon  and  liealth. 

1  A  MfDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
j\  Restore  thy  servant.  Lord  ; 

Nor  let  a  father's  chast'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  Thine  arrows  stick  within  my  heart, 

My  flesh  is  sorely  prest ; 
Between  the  sorrow  and  the  smart, 
3Iy  spirit  finds  no  rest. 

3  My  sins  a  hca\-v-  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  I'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  pre  like  a  troubled  sea, 

My  head  still  bendin?  down ; 

And  I  go  mourning  ail  the  day 

Beneath  my  Fatlier's  frown. 


80  PSALM  39. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  sore, 

None  of  my  powers  are  wLole  ■, 
TJie  inward  ang^uish  makes  me  roar, 
The  anguish  of  my  souL 

6  All  ray  desire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  sig'fa.  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  Ijy  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope. 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry  : 

My  GixJ  will  bear  my  spirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  slide, 

My  foes  rejoice  to  see't  5 
They  raise  their  pl<^^sure  and  their  pride, 
When  they  supplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confess  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  sin ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be, 
And  beg  support  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  for  ever  Jiigh ; 
0  Lord  of  my  salvation,  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die.] 

PSALM  39.    Ist  Part.   Common  Metre. 

Ver.  1,2,3. 
Watchfulness  over  the  tongue  ;  or,  prudence  and 


1  rpHUS  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
i    "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word. 
Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 


PSALM  39.  .'  ! 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  constraln'd  to  stay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  ru  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feei, 
Lest  scoflers  should  th'  occasion  take 
To  mock  ray  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  overav.'Vl, 
But  let  the  scofling-  sinners  hear 
That  I  can  speak  for  God. 

PSALM  39.   ^dPart.    Common  Metre 
Ver.  4 — 1. 
The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 
1  npEAClI  me  the  measure  of  ray  days, 
A      Thou  Maker  of  iiiy  frame) 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
'2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 

In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 
See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love. 
Bw.i  all  their  noise  is  vain. 
%  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  show. 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore  •, 
Thej  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who.  I 

And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 

I'rom  creatures,  earth  and  dust .' 


32  PSALM  39. 

Tl\ey  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 
Krtw  I  furbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall  •, 
T  give  mv  mortal  int'rest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 

rSALM39.    3d  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  9—13. 

Si.^k  bed  devotion  :  or,  pleading  xvitJiout  repining. 
!   f'*  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

\J  Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants.  Lord  ; 

They  come  at  thy  command ; 

I'P  ■-:)}.  attempt  a  murm'ring'  word 

Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 

•'  Uemove  thy  siiarp  rebukes ;" 
Mv  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

4  Ciufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand. 

We  moulder  to  the  dust , 
Our  leente  pow  rs  can  ne'er  witlifta\n\, 
And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 
■j  iTliis  mortaUife decays  apace, 
[low  soon  Ihe  bubble's  broke! 
Adam,  and  all  bis  num'rous  race, 
Are  vanity  and  smoke.] 
ij  Vm  but  a  sojourner  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
rdav  1  be  well  prepar'd  to  go. 
Wlien  I  the  gum'mons  hear. 


PSALM  40.  83 

r  But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  awhile, 
Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  bus'ness  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love.] 

PSALM  40.  1st  Part.  Common  Metre 

Ver.  1,  2,  3,  5,  17. 

A  song  of  deliverance  from  great  distress. 

I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord ; 
He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry ; 
lie  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay  •, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  • 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
iind  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God, 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

\B  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love ! 
I        Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 

We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough, 
I        Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  Wlien  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low. 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

Mv  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe 

Aud  bears  me  on  bis  heart, 


S4  PSALM  40. 

PSALM  40.    2rf  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  6—9. 

TAs  incamaUon  and  sacrifice  of  Christ. 

1  rriHUS  saith  tbe  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 

-L      Give  jour  burnt-off 'rings  o'er ; 
In  dying-  goats  and  bulloclis  slaiu 
Ely  soul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  spake  the  Saviour,  «  Lo,  I'm  here. 

My  God,  to  do  thy  will  •, 
Whate'er  thy  sacred  books  declare. 

Thy  servant  shal'l  fulfl 
S  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  sight, 

I  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delig':'; 

To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  see,  tbe  blest  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears  • 
And  at  th'  appointed  time,  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  revsal'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  shew'd, 
And  preach 'd  the  way  of  "io-h'.eousness, 
Where  great  assemblies  stood, 

6  Ilia  Fatlier's  honour  touch'd  his  b'S^XK- 

He  pity'd  sinners'  cries,  % 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 
PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed. 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean 
But  tho  rich  sacrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

3  Then  w&s  the  great  salvation  spreaJ, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  shook ; 


PSALM  40.  u 

ThttS  by  the  woman's  promis'd  seed, 
The  serpent's  Lead  \vas  broke. 

PSALM  40.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  6—10. 

Christ  our  sacrifice. 

alHE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  WTOUglif , 
.    Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  speech  would  taint,  my  numbers  fail. 
:  No  blood  of  beasts  «in  altars  spilt, 
Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 
An  ail-sufficient  sacrifice. 
Lo !  thine  eternal  Son  appears ! 
To  thy  designs  he  bows  his  ears ; 
Assumes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  a  work  so  hard. 
"  Behold,  I  come,"  (the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 
'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
'TIS  in  thy  bonk  foretold  of  me, 
I  must  fulnl  the  Saviour's  part ; 
And  lo !  th.y  law  is  in  my  heart. 
I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
When  OP  !ny  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 
Or  to  my  r.rown  above  the  sky. 
The  Spirit  r-hall  descend  and  show 
What  thou  hast  done,  and  what  I  do ; 
The  wcnd'ring  world  shall  learn  thy  jTcc* 
Thy  wisdo.T*  and  thy  righteousness.'' 


86  PSALM  41,  42. 

PSALM  41.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  1,2,3. 
Charity  to  the  poor ;  or,  pity  to  the  qfflicttd. 

1  X>IjEST  is  the  man,  whose  bowels  move, 
Jl3  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  ; 
Wliose  soul,  by  sympathizing  love, 
Yeels  what  his  fellow-saints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  fhe  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  lias  bowels  loo. 

S  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head. 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  rauUiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  toucli, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  42.    1st  Part.    Common  Metr 

Ver.  1—5. 
Desertion  and  hope  ;  or,  complaint   of  alsea 
/rom  ])ublic  worship. 

1  TTTITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

f  T    My  God,  to  thee  I  look  •, 

So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 

And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grat  c. 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  ray  weary  soul, 

And  tears  are  my  repast 


PSALM  42.  i 

The  foe  iixsults  without  coctrol, 
»  And  Where's  your  God  at  last  ?" 

4  'Ti3  with  a  mournful  pleasure,  now, 

1.  ihink  on  ancient  days : 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  oui  work  was  praise. 

5  Bat  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load .'' 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despaii-, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ? 
16  Hopa  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 
Ca!>  all  thy  woes  remove  : 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 

And  sing  restoring  love. 
PSALM  42.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.6— II. 

Melancholy  thoughts  reproved ;   or,  hope  in,  (■ 
Jliction. 

1   I^l/FY  spirit  sinlis  within  me,  Lord, 

jLrJl  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
\     And  times  of  past  distress  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

S  Huge  troubles,  with  tumult'ous  noise, 
Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread  ; 
Thy  water-spouts  drown  all  my  joys. 
And  rising  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 
Fet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addi-ess  his  throne  by  day  •, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet. 
And  say,  '^  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock  I 
Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 
The  soul  that  groans  beneath  thy  stroke  "" 


^■j  P3ALM  44. 

•>  I'll  chide  ay  heart  that  sinks  so  law } 
Why  should  my  soul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  nim  too  5 
He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

j  Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still  •, 
Thy  word  shall  nly  best  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill, 
My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy ! 

PSALM  4k    Common  Metre. 

Ver.  1,2,3,8,15—20. 

2''he  tAurcA's  complaint  in  persecution. 

LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 
2  How  thou  didst  build  thy  churches  here. 
And  make  thy  gospel  known  j 
Amongst  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  shone. 
S  1  a  God  they  boasted  all  the  day ; 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  song. 
i  But  now  our  souls  are  seiz'd  with  sham«, 
Confusion  tills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 
5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Nor  falsely  dealt  with  heav'n ; 
Nor  have  our  steps  declin'd  the  road 

Of  duty  thou  hast  giv'n : 
T'liugh  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
vVith  their  destructive  breath, 


PSALM  45.  89 

And  thine  own  hands  has  bruis'd  us  Sore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
PAUSE. 

7  We  are  exposVl  all  day  to  die 

As  martyrs  for  thy  cause, 
As  sheep,  for  slaughter  bound,  we  lie, 
By  sharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arise,  almighty  Lord ! 

Why  sleeps  thy  wonteii  grace  f 
Why  should  we  look  like  men  abhorrM, 
Or  banish'd  from  thy  face  i* 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cast  us  off, 

And  still  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thy  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dust  our  soul  is  bow'd. 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  •, 
Rise  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame. 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM  45.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Christ ;  the  success  of  the  gospel,  and 
,  tht  Gentile  church, 

1  Tl/jy  Saviour  and  my  King, 
jLt  J.  Thy  beauties  are  divine  5 
Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 

And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword. 

And  ride  in  majesty,  to  spread 
The  roi;quc;Us  ol  thy  word. 


90  PSALM  45. 

3  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes, 
Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  j 

While  Justice,  meekness,  grace  and  truth, 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  0  God,  are  right ; 
Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand ; 

And  ihy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  thy  band. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  without  measure  shed 

His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  sacred  head,] 

6  [Behold,  at  tiiy  right  hand 
The  Geiitiie  church  is  seen, 

Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire. 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love  j 
Forget  thy  father's  house ; 

Forsake  thy  gods,  thy  idol-gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ  I 
Thy  children  shall  his  honours  sing 
in  palaces  of  joy. 

PSALM  45.     Common  Metre.    * 

The  personal  glories  and  gover)iment  of  Christ 

1  T^l  speak  the  nonours  of  my  King ; 
J.  His  form  divinely  fair; 

Kone  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  cornj>are. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heav'idy  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed  : 
Thy  God  with  blessings  infinite 
tiach  GJown'd  thy  sacred  heau. 


PSALM  45.  91 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince ! 

Ride  with  majestic  sway ; 
Tbiy  terrors  shall  strike  tliniugli  thy  foes, 
Aiid  malie  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  0  God,  for  ever  stands ; 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands. 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still, 

But  mercy  is  thv  choice  -, 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill 
With  most  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM  45.  1st  Part.  Lon^^  Metre. 
The  glory  of  Christ,  aitd  porver  of  his  gospel. 
i  IVrOAV  be  my  heart  inspir'd  to  sing 
1.1    The  g-lories  of  my  Saviour  King^, 
Jesus  the  Lord,  how  heav'aly  fair 
His  forrj  '  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O  er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord  ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword ! 

In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  painted  dart. 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  sweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  0  God,  for  ever  stands, 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  Laws  and  works  are  just  and  right, 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 


92  FSALM  45. 

6  God,  thine  own  Gorl,  has  richly  slied 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  sacied  Spirit  blest, 
His  first  born  Sou  above  the  rest. 

PSALM  45.    2(i  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Christ  and  his  church ;  or,  the  mystkul  marriage. 

1  nnHE  Kins'  of  Saints,  how  fair  his  face, 

JL    Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyee  behold 
The  queen,  array'd  in  purest  gold; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress ; 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  stranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  pf  his  choice : 
Lot  him  be  iov'd.  and  yet  adord, 
For  he's  thy  ftlaker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  0  l\appy  hour,  when  thou  slialt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies, 
And  all  thy  sons,  a  num'rous  train. 
Each  lilie  a  prince  in  glory  reign. ' 

(3  Let  endless  honoui's  crown  his  head; 
Let  everj'  age  his  praises  spread ; 
While  we,  with  cheerful  songs,  approve 
The  condescensions  of  his  love.  ^ 


PSALM  4G.  93 

PSALM  46.     1st  Part.    Long  Metre. 
The  church's  safety  and  tHumph  among  national 
desolations. 

1  ^  OD  is  tbc  refuge  of  his  saints,     ' 

VT  When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints.. 
Behold  hiin  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seat^  he  liarl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  j 
Convulsions  siiake  the  solid  world, 

Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  ev"r\'  nation,  ev'ry  shore 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy  stili  gliding  through, 
Acd  w-at'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  tbine  holy  word, 
That  all  cur  raging  fear  controls: 
bweet  peace  thy  promises  alibrd, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love. 
Secure  agaiiist  a  fhreat'ning  hour ) 
Jfor  can  iier  fii'm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  ann'd  with  power. 

PSALM  46.    M  Part.    Long  Metre. 

God  fights  for  his  church. 
1  T  ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice. 
Xj  Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 


94  PSALM  47. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  still  our  aid : 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  desolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  sbores, 
He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace.  ' 

4^He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cr.ts  the  spear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame ; 
Keep  silence,  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  sound  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "Be  still,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

T  will  Ije  known  and  fear'd  abroad. 
But  still  my  throne  in  Zion  stands." 

6  O  Lord  of  Hosts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  so  near  thy'presence'dwell, 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM  47.     Common  Metre. 

Christ  ascending  and  reig^ning. 

1  £^  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
KJ  To  God  the  sov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high ! 

His  heav'idy  guards  around, 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky. 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 
G  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


PSALM  48.  96 

3  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound ; 
Let  know^edtre  lead  the  song- ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known, 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  shields  and  swords, 

Submit  before  his  throne. 
PSALM  48.     1st  Part.    Short  Metre. 
Ver.  1—8. 

The  church  is  the  hononr  and  safety  of  a  nation. 

1  r  |-1  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
[XJt  And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 

His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  stand  '. 

The  honours  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 

Through  all  her  palaces. 
4      When  kings  against  her  joined. 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there. 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 

They  fled  with  hasty  fear, 
i      When  navies,  J^U  and  proml, 

Attempt  to  sp^l  our  peaccj 


96  PSALM  48. 

He  sends  bis  tempests,  roaring  loud, 
And  sinks  them  in  the  seas. 

6  Oft  lia-pe  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 

How  we!l  our  God  secures  the  ibid 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

7  In  evVy  new  distress         ' 
We'il  10  his  house  repair, 

We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  graa?, 
And  seek  delivVance  there. 

PSALM  48.    2d  Part.     Short  Metre. 
Ver.  10—14. 
The  beauty  of  the  church ;  ovy  gospel  worship  and 
order. 

1  TTTTAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

JP    The  world  declares  thy  praise  *, 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  tliy  throne. 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 

2  With  joy  let^udah  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  tliy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
.  Tlie  city  where  we  dwell. 

Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  hou.se, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  v/ise ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Peyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  ej'es, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 


PSALM  49.  97 

The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  oius  above  the  sky. 
SALM  49.  1st  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  6—14. 
Pride  and  death ;  or,  the  vanity  of  life  and  richei 
I  -%TniY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
Vv    To  insolence  and  pride, 
To  see  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  rising  tide  ? 
i  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 
Made  of  the  self  same  clay, 
And  boast  as  though  his  flesh  was  boni 
Of  belter  dust  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve. 
Redeem  from  death  one  guiliy  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  [Life  is  a  blessing  can't  be  sold. 

The  ransom  is  too  hi^h ; 
Justice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  sees  the  brutish  and  the  wise, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  possesfions,  close  their  eyes, 
And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inwai'd  thought  and  pride, 

"My  house  shall  ever  stand-, 
And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 
V  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  liis  hopes  are  lost} 
How  soon  his  mem'ry  dies  1 


98  rSALM  49. 

His  name  is  written  in  the  dust, 
Where  his  own  carcass  lies. 
PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way ; 

And  yet  their  sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  v/ords  their  fathers  say. 
And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wisdom  avid  of  grace, 

If  honour  raise  them  hiorh, 
Live  like  the  beast,  r  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  beast  they  die. 

10  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  silly  sheep, 

Death  feeds  upon  then)  there, 
Till  the  last  trumpet  breaks  their  sleep, 
In  terror  and  despair.] 

PSALM  45.   M  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Vcr.  14,  15. 

Death  and  thtrtsurrecllon. 

1  ■\7'E  sons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  just, 

JL    And  trample  on  the  poar, 
■"iVhen  death  has  brought  you  down  to  du5t, 
I'cur  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  th.?  scen» 

When  will  that  hoi:r  appeari" 
\T7»ien  shall  the  just  revive  and  feign, 

O'er  all  that  scorn'd  them  her:; .'' 
8  Clod  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

When  sep'i-ate  from  the  flesh  ; 
And  bre.ak  the  prison  of  the  grave, 

To  raise  my  boiies  afresh. 
1  ITeav'n  is  my  everla.»;ting  home  ; 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure  ; 
ly  t  men  of  pride  their  rage  resump. 

^.'\\  I'll  rej-nne  no  more- 


PSALM  49,  50.  99 

PSALM  49.    Long  Metre. 
The  rick  sinner^s  death,  and  the  saint's  resurrtn 
firm. 

1  T17"HY  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor, 

TT    And  boast  the  large  estates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  secure, 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  I 

2  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death. 
With  all  the  v/ealth  in  which  Ibey  trust  5 
Kor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  dust. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  dismal  shade 
Shall  ciasp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flesh,  so  delicately  fed. 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtless  sheep  the  sinner  dies. 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  \\'or!ns  to  eat ; 
The  saints  shall  in  the  morning  rise, 
And  find  th'  oppressor  at  their  feet. 

5  nis  honours  perish  in  the  dust, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  • 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  just 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 
My  Saviour  shall  my  life  restore. 
And  raise  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
Mv  flesh  and  soul  shall  part  no  more 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  50.    1— G.    Is.'  Part.  Com.  M.'t. 

The  last  jndgmtnt ;  or,  the  saints  rtwardei. 
1  rflHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

X    Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh  • 

Tl.e  n.vfioDS  near  the  rising  suk, 
And  r.^ar  the  we.<!tern  sV.y. 


1  GO  PSALM  50. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin ;" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  v/ay ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm. 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come,    , 
And  earth  and  bell  shall  know  and  fear. 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

5  "Bat  gather  all  my  saints,"  be  cries, 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 

Shall  make  the  world  confess 

BIy  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM  50.    Id  Part.    Common  Metre, 
Ver.  8,  10,  11,  14,  15,23. 
Ohcdience  is  hettcr  than  sacrifice, 

1  rilHUS  saith  the  Lord,  "  The  spacious  fields 

X.    And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine ; 
O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills, 
I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 

Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire ; 
To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise, 
Is  all  tkat  I  require. 

3  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 

My  hand  shall  set  thee  free ; 


PSALM  50.  101 

Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
The  honour  due  to  me. 
4  The  man  that  offers  humble  praise, 
He  glorifies  me  best : 
And  those,  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
Shall  my  salvation  taste." 

PSALM  60.  2d  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  1,5,8,  10,21,22. 
The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  XTTHEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 

»V    And  saints  surround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend. 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain, 

Will  I  the  world  reprove, 
Altars  aj.d  rites  and  forms  are  vain, 
Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

To  bring  their  sacrifice  ? 
They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true. 
But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  Could  you  expect  to  'scape  my  sight, 

And'sin  without  control? 
But  I  shall  bring  your  crimes  to  light. 

With  anguish' in  your  scml." 
Consider,  ye  that  slight  the  Lord, 
.;     Before  his  wrath  apfiear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword. 

There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM  .50.    Long^  Metre. 

Hypocrisy  exposed. 
1  nnHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warm, 
X    Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 


10^  PSALM  50. 

Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 

But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 
2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearse  his  name, 

With  lips  of  falsehood  and  deceit, 

A  fri<^iud  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  sooth  and  flatter  those  they  hate. 
C  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong. 

Vet  dare  to  seek  their  Maker's  face  ; 

They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue 

But  break  his  laws,  abuse  his  grace. 
J  To  Heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 

DefiPd  with  lust,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 

By  night  they  practise  ev'ry  sin. 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 
j  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay. 

They  grow  secure  and  sin  the  mure ; 

They  think  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they, 

And  pui  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 
V  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  frod  draws  near, 

And  bets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes ; 

His  wrath  their  guilty  souls  shall  tear, 

And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rise. 

PSALM  50.  \ St  Part.    Particular  Metre. 

The  luU  judgment. 
I  rwlllE  Lord,  the  sov'reign,  sends  his  suni' 
X  mons  forth. 

Calls  the  south  nations,  and  awakes  the  nortn. 
From  east  to  west  the  sounding  orders  spread, 
Through  distant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the 

dead : 
No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay ; 
iiis  vengeance  sleeps  no  more,  behold  t^ 
day' 


PSALSi  30.  103 

2  Beheld  '.  the  Judge  descends  ;  his  guards  are 

nigh, 
Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sk_, 
Heav'n,  earth  aud  hell,   draw  near  ;  let  all 

thir.j;*  come 
To  hear  his  justice  and  the  sinner's  doom-, 
But  gather  first  my  saints  (the  Judge  com- 
mands) flanys. 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  ibeir  dista'ii 

3  Behold,  my  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  Ly  th'  eternal  sacriilce  in  b!ood, 

And  sigiVd  with  ad  their  names ;  the  Greek, 

the  Jew, 
That  ]:>aid  the  ancient  worship,  or  the  new  ; 
There's  no  tlistinclion  here;  come,   spread 

their  thrones, 
And  near  me  seat  my  favVites  and  my  sons. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour,  and  their  God, 

1  am    their   Judge:    ye    heav'ns,    proclaim 

abroad 
My  just  efernal  sentence,  and  declare 
Those  awful  trutlis  that  simiers  dread  to  hear; 
y'mnerj  in  Zion,  tremUe  arid  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  ^Tainted  liypocrite  to  fii'e. 

Not  for  tl'.e  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  slain 
Do  I  conuenin  thee  -,  Imils  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  ihe  flames  of  love:  in  vain  the  store 
Of  briual  ofrrings  that  were  mine  befoie  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beasts  and  savage  breed ; 
Flocks,  heids,  and  fields,  and  forests  where 
they  feed. 
6  If  I  were  hungiy,  would  I  ask  thee  foo('  .> 
When  did  i  thirst,  or  drink  thy  bullocks'  blood.^ 
Can  I  he  flattcr'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  solemn  chatt'rLngs,  and  fantastic  vow* »' 


104  PSALM  50. 

Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  vestments  to  be- 
hold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch !  how  could'st  thou  hope 

to  please 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  such  toys  as  these  f 
While,  with  my  grace  and  statutes  on  thy 

tongue, 
Thou  lov'st  deceit,  and  dost  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chosen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long  sulT'iing  Jove  ; 
But  dici'st  tliou  hope  that  I  should  ne'er  re- 
prove ? 

And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God,  the  righteous,  would  indulge  thy 

sin? 
Behold  my  terrors  nov/  ;  my  thimders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  soul. 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wise  •, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked 

works  amend  ;  [friend  ; 

Fiy  to  the  Saviour,   make  the  Judge  your 
Lest  like  a  lion  his  last  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  souls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

rSALM  50.  2(1  Part.    Particular  Metre. 

The  last  judgment. 
1  f  r^HE  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth, 
JL    Calls  the  south  nations,  and  awakes  the 

north ; 
From  east  to  west  the  sov'reign  orders  spread, 
Through  distant  worlds  and   regions  of  the 
dead. 


PSALM  50.  105 

The  trumpet  sounds ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  re- 
joices ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful 
voices. 

2  No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay ; 

His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more:  behold  the  day! 

Behold  the  Judge  descends-,  his  guards  are 
nigh ; 

Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore  him : 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him. 

S  "Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near:  let  all 
things  come. 
To  hear  my  justice  and  the  sinner's  doom ; 
But  gather  first  my  saints  (the  Judge  com- 
mands) [lands." 
Bring  thcni,   ye  angels,   from   their   distant 
When  Christ  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  pas- 
sion ;  [tion. 
And  shout,  ye  saints  !  he  conses  for  your  salva- 

4  "  Behold  !  my  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 

And  sign'd  with  all  their  names  •,  the  Greek, 

the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worship,  or  the  nev/." 
There's  no  distinction  here ;  Join  all  your  voices, 
And  laJse  your  heads,  ye  saints,  for  heav'n  re- 
joices. 

5  "  Here  fsajtli   the   Lord)   ye  angels,   spread 

their  thrones, 
.  And  near  me  seat  my  fav'rttes  and  my  sons. 
■  (.rome,  ray  redeem'd  possess  the  joys  prepar'd 
Ere  time  began  •,  'tis  your  ilivine  reward." 


106  PSALM  50. 

When  Christ  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  pas- 
sion ;  [vatloii. 
And  shout,  ye  saints  I  he  comes  for  your  snl- 

PAUSE  THE  FIRST. 

6  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  if  Almighty  God  ; 

I  am  the  Judge  :  yo  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  just  eternal  sentence,  and  declare 
Tiiose  awful  truths,   that    sinners   dread   to 
hear." 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore  him : 
W^hile  sinners  tremble,    saints    rejoice  before 
him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blasphemer,  and  pro- 

fane, 
^'ow  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings 

vain :  , 

Thou  hj'pocrite,  once  dress'd  in  saints  attire, 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire." 
Judgment  proceeds ;  hell  trembles ;  heav'n  re- 
joices i 
Lift  up  your  beads,  ye  saints,with  clieerful  voice?. 

8  "  Not  for  the  want  of  gloats  or  bullocks  slain 
Do  I  condemn  thee ;  l)alls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love :  in  vain  the  strvc 
Of  brutal  oil 'rings  that  were  mine  before." 

Earth  is  the  Lord's  •,  all  nature  shall  adore  him  •, 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him. 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  ask  thee  food  i" 
When   did  I  thirst,  or    drink   thy   bullocks' 

blood  ? 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beasts  and  savage  breed  ; 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  torests  where 

they  feed.'' 


PSALM  to.  107 

All  is  lh«  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ; 
Gires  siuners  veugeance,  and  the  saints  salva- 
tion. 

10  "  Can  I  be  flatter'tl  wilh  thv  cringing  bows, 
Thy  solemn  chatt'ring-s,  and  fantastic  vows  ? 
Are  m3'  eves  charru'd  thy  vestoitats  to  be- 

holti. 
Glaring-  m  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ?" 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts ;  no  fair  disguises 
Can  screen  the  guilty  when  bis  vengeance  rises. 

PAUSE  THE  SECOND.  . 

1 1  "  Unthinking  wretch !  how  could'st  thou  hope 

to  please 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  such  toys  as  these  ? 
While  wilh  iny  grace   and  statutes  on  thy 
tongue,  [wrong." 

Thou    iov'st    deceit,    and    dost   tliy   brother 
Judgment  proceeds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  beav'u  re- 
joices ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  "In  vaJn  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chosen  fiienda: 
While  the  false  Uplt'rer  at  my  altar  Wciits, 
His  harden'd  soul  divine  instruction  hates." 

God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts ;  no  fair  disguises 
Can  screen  (bf  guilty  when  his  vengear;:e  rises, 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-suff'ring  love ; 
But  didst  thou  hope  that  I  should  ne'er  re- 
prove ? 

And  cherisu  such  an  impitms  thought  v/ithin, 

That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  sin  ?" 

See,  God  appears,  all  nature  joins  t'adore  him  ;" 

Judgment  proceed*  »>«*?  sinaers  fall  before  him. 


108  PSALM  51. 

14  "  Behold  my  terrors  now  •,  my  thunders  roll. 
And  thy  own  crimes  aaVigbt  thy  guilty  sonl. 
Now  like  a  lion  sliall  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleedings  heart,  and  no  deiiv'rer  near." 

Judgment  conciades:  heU  trerui.Jesj  heav'n  re- 
joices ;  [voices. 
Lift  up  your  heads,   ye   saints,  with  cheerful 
EPIPHONEMA. 

15  "  Sinners,  awake  betimes  •,  ye  fools,  be  wise  f 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  "morning  rise : 
Change  your  vain   thoughts,  your   crooked 

works  amend ;  [friend." 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,   make   the   Judge  your 
Then  join,  ye  saints,  wake  ev'rj-  cheerful  passion-, 
When  Chi  ist  returns,  he  comes  for  your  salva- 
tion. 
PSALM  51.    1st  Part.    Long  Metre. 
A  peiiitent  pleading  for  pardon, 

1  CJHEW  pity,  Loru ;  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Jo  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  -, 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  f 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
Tbe  pow'r  and  glory  of  tLy  grace: 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  dean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  tliy  law.  against  tiiy  grace; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
i  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 


PSALM  51.  109 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death : 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteouj  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trennbling-  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  roujid  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sme  support  against  despair. 
PSALM  51.  2d  Ptrl.   Loiij?  Metre. 

Original  and  actual  sin  confessed. 

1  T  ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  iu  sin ; 
i^  And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man,  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

5  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant-breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  5 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But  we'rs  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
O  make  me  wise  betir.ies,  to  spy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  tby  face  ; 
5Iy  only  refr.2:e  is  tby  grace : 

No  outward  lorras  can  make  me  clean  j 
Tae  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  bi-anch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  ruDuing  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Cau  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow 
No  Jewish  types  coi'Jd  cleanse  me  so. 


110  PSALM  St. 

7  While  gfuilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ningr  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  l)ones  rejoice. 

PSALM  51.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  hacksUder  ycslnred  ;  cr,  repentance,  and  faith 

in  the  blood  of  Christ. 

1  rf~|TriOU  that  hearVt  wlien  sinners  cry, 
'L/'  Thouijh  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angfry  look, 

But  blot  their  niem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  i 
Let  thyg-ood  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

f)  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light. 
Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore. 
And  guard  ine,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tiiongh  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  "afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  ne;ir  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

•5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  l  bring ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise, 
A  broken  heart  tor  sacrifice. 

C  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust. 
And  owi!?.  thy  dreadful  sentence  Just ; 
Loolt  dov.'n,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  I've, 
And  save  the  soul  cundennrd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  t.,-ach  thfi  world  thy  wnys ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  tliy  sov^'Pign  grace  ; 


rSALM  51.  U\ 

1511  lead  tliem  to  my  Saviour's  blood, ' 
And  they  sliall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 
8  0  may  tliy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation'  shall  l>e  all  my  song : 
And  all  mv  powVs  shall  joia  to  bless 
The  L»rd,"my  strenglh,  and  rigbteousaes?. 

rSALM51.  3—13.  Is.'  Part.  Com.  Met. 
Original  cr.d  aclv.alsiji  confessed  andpardoned. 

'    1  TT  01?  D,  I  wonld  spread  my  sore  distress 
X-A  And  guiU  before  thine  eyes  ; 
.  Ag-ainst  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace, 
IIov/  high  my  crimes  arise  I 
2  Shoidd'st  thou  condemn  my  soul  to  hell, 
And  crush  my  fiesh  to  dust, 
Ilfr.v'n  wmiid  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  must  own  it  jv\st. 
5  I  from  the  stork  of  Adam  came, 
Unholy  and  anolP.'in ; 
All  my  o'riginai  is  shame, 
And  all  r.iy  nature  sin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  gixii-:,  T  drew 

Contagion  witii  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  g:  ew 
A  justef  prey  fur  death. 

5  Cleance  me,  O  Lord,  nr.u  cheer  my  soul 

With  thy  forgiving  lave  . 
0  matte  my  brok»»n  spirit  whole, 

And  bid  my  painu  remove. 
C  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depari, 

N-ir  drive  liio  from  thj'  face  • 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart. 

And  fi!!  i:  wiih  thv  grace. 


112  PSALM  61,  53. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  sons  of  men ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne. 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM  51.    2d  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Ver.  14—17. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  ChrisL 

1  g^  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
KJ  My  load  of  guilt  remove ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert, 

My  Goci  will  ne'er  despise: 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifv-.e. 

PSALM  53.    4—6.     Common  Metre 

Victory  and  deliverance  from  persecution. 
RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools. 


■A' 


Who  thus  devour  her  saints  ? 
Do  Ihey  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 
2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  sad  surprise  j 
For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rise 
To  do  his  children  barra. 


PSALM  66.  1 

8  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast, 
Of  armies  in  array ; 
When  God  has  fii-st  despis'd  their  ho*t, 
They  fall  an  easy  prey, 

4  0  for  a  word  fi'ora  Zion's  Kiog, 

Her  captives  to  restore  ! 
Jacob,  with  all  the  tribes,  shall  sing, 
A!3d  Judah  weep  no  more. 
PSALM  55.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  1—8,16,  17,18,2-2. 
Support  for  the  afflicted  and  tempted  smd. 

1  d~^  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
yy  Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise. 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life. 

My  soul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  witli  inward  strife, 
To  shakie  my  hope  in  God. 

5  With  inward  pain  my  heart  strings  soun*i 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  beset  me  round 
Amongst  the  shades  of  deaUi. 

4  0  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  inni>c«nce  had  wings  ; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove. 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all, 

To  'scape  the  rage^of  hell '. 


114  PSALM  65. 

The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  cal3, 
Can  save  me  be.e  as  Avell. 
PAUSE, 
7  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  his  face. 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry  : 
The  njglit  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
3  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 
Or  shield  me  when  afraid ; 
Ten  thousand  angels  niust  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
'J  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 
My  couraj^e  rests  upon  his  word, 
.     That  saints  shall  never  fall. 
10  My  highest  hopes  shall  not  be  vain  ; 
My  lips  shall  spread  his  praise: 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
S(  urce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  55.     Short  Metre. 
Ver.  15—17,  19,  22. 
Tj:nigcrous  •prosperity  •  or,  daily  devotion  tn- 
couragtd. 
ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 
Cut  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 
2      My  thoughts  address  his  tlirone. 
When  morning  brings  the  light , 
I  seek  his  blessing  ev'i-y  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
S      Thou  wilt  regard  ray  cries, 
O  m\  eternal  God  ! 


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PSALM  56.  116 

While  sinners  perish  iu  surprise 
Beneath  thine  angiy  rod. 
I      Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 
And  no  sad  chanf;es  feel. 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
5      But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord; 
I'll  cast  my  burden  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 
>      His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground,  on  which  their  safety  staads, 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM  56.     Common  Metre. 

Deliveranoe  Ji-om  oppression  and  Jalsehood  ;  or, 

GciVs  care  of  his  people,  in  answer  to 

faith  and  prayer. 

OTHOU  !  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
And  makes  th'  oppressor  cease  ; 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
\  The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 
Jly  refuge  is  tby  word. 
\  In  God  most  holy,  just  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 
The  oflspring  of  the  dust, 
i  They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  stilJ, 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults ; 
Mischief  doth  all  their  counsels  fill, 

And  malice  all  their  thoughts,  / 


116  PSALM  57. 

9  Shall  they  escape  without  thy  frowtt  ' 
Mast  (heir  devices  stand  ? 
0  cast  the  haughty  sinner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand. 
PAUSE, 
i  God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saiM^ 
Their  o-roans  a  fleet  his  ears; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 
^  When  to  thy  tlirone  I  raise  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  •, 
So  swift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  sky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 
S  In  thee,  most  holy,  just  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  wil!  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  oflspring  of  the  dust. 

9  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

thou  shall  receive  my  praise  •, 

111  sing,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word 

How  righteous  aU  thy  waysl" 

10  Thou  hast  secur'd  my  soul  from  death  ; 

0  set  thy  pris'ner  free : 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM  57.    Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for  pruiection,  grace,  and  t7-uth. 

1  T%,f  ¥  God  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
iyJL  Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown 
Hide  me  beneath  ihy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Dp  to  the  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry, 
ILe  l,ord  will  my  desires  perform  % 


I  PSALM  68.  117 

He  sends  his  angels  fromlhe  sky, 
And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  starm. 

I  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ' 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  augels  dwell 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad 
And  land  to  laixi  thy  wonders  tell. 
My  heart  is  fix'd  :  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honcu'^  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  mv  long-ue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongu'i,  tha  glory  of  my  frame. 

i  High  o'er  the  eai-th  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky, 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolv©  and  die. 

)  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM  58.    Pavticular  Metre. 

TFaming  to  Magistrates. 

1  T  UDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
«J    Will  3'e  despise  the  righteous  cause, 

When  th'  injur'd  poor  before  you  stands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  sinners  'scape  secure. 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  bantisf 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew. 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  htav'ns  his  justice  reigns ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  cl  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad. 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poison'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 

The  arrov\  sharp,  tiie  poison  stroag, 


118  PSALM  60. 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  -. 
You  hear  no  counsels,  cries  or  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  ears 

Against  the  pow'r  of  charming  sounds. 
4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Those  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood; 

And  crush  the  serpents  in  the  dust : 
As  empty  chafi",  when  whirlwinds  ris^, 
Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  lost 
i  The  Almighty  Uiunders  from  tlie  sky, 
Their  grandeur  melis,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  snow  dissolve  and  run, 
Or  snails  that  perish  in  their  slime, 
Or  birtlis  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  see  the  sun. 
6  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  aflbrd ; 

And  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

And  will  their  suff'rings  well  repay." 

PSALM  60.    1—5, 10— 12.  Com.  Metre. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  disappointmentt 

in  rvar. 

1  T  ORD,  hast  thou  cast  the  nation  off? 
A^  Must  we  for  ever  mouni  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Melts  all  our  strength  away ; 
Like  men  that  totter,  di'unk  with  wiae. 
We  tremble  in  dismay. 


PSALM  61.  119 

»  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 
'  '  And  dreads  th.y  lifted  hand  I 
Oh,  heal  tlie  people  thou  hast  broke. 
And  save  the  sulking  land." 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field 

For  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
Ciave  thy  beloved  with  thy  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight. 

Like  a  confed'rate  God ; 
In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  shall  gain  a  wide  renown 

By  thine  assisting  hand  ; 
'Tis  Uod  that  triads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  stand. 

PSALM  61.   Ver  1— 5.  Short  Metre 

Sciftty  in  God. 
[THEN,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  wiihin  me  dies ; 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
2      O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 
S      Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
4      Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shrill  possess  the  same. 


W 


120  PSALM  62,  63- 

PSALM  62.    Long  Mete*. 

Ver.  5—12. 
.">'o  tynst  in  the  creatures;  oj;  faith  in  divine 

M  grace  and  power, 

Y  spirit  looks  to  God  alone; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  tbrone ; 
la  uU  my  fears,  in  ail  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  hia  salvation  waits. 
2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
i'ijui-  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
Ood  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

5  False  are  the  men  of  nigh  degree. 
The  baser  sort  are  vanity  -, 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  noi  increasing  gold  your  trust  •, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dust  5 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke  ? 

^  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd. 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
■•'  AH  power  is  his  eternal  due  r, 
He  iiuisl  be  fear'd  and  trusted  tao." 

6  For  sov'rei^n  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne , 
'I'hv  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shivll  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

■'S\LMG3.   1st  Fart.   Common  Metre. 
Ver.  1,2,3,4,5. 
The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 
i   lO^  AR  LY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
1  i  I  Iiasie  to  ?e«k  thy  face : 


PSALM  63.  Iti 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  ciieering  grace. 

2  Sc  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  buniiug  slty, 
Long'  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drinlt  or  die- 

3  IVe  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r, 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'uly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine  ! 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste. 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Oi-  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus.,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll' bless  my  God  and  King-, 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  bands  to  pray, 
And  tuna  my  lips  to  sing. 

PSALM  63.   2(i  Part.    Common  Melre. 

Ver.  6—10. 

Midnight  thoughts  recollected. 

1  'nnWAS  in  the  ^v'atches  of  the  night 
,  JL    I  thowglit  upon  thy  pow'r ; 

I  kept  thy  Icveiy  face  in  sight, 
Amidst  the  darkest  hour. 

2  My  flesh  lay  resting  on  my  bed  j 

My  soul  arose  on  high ; 
"  My  God,  my  life,  my  liope,"  I  said, 
'  "Bring  U»y  salvation  nigli.'", 


122  PSALM  6Z. 

3  My  spirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road : 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still,     - 
While  I  pursue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid ; 
My  tongue  awakes  and  sings. 

5  But  the  destroyers  of  my  peace, 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain ; 
The  tempter  shall  for  ever  cease, 
And  all  my  sins  be  slain. 

6  Thy  sword  shall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  send  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth. 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

PSALM  63.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God  ;  or,  the  love  of  God  better 
than  life. 

1  /^REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ; 
vT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ! 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties ; 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 
For  thee  L  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 

As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among^  tby  saints,  an4  seek  thy  face ; 


PSALM  63.  123 

Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow'r  of  sov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taste, 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  senses  know, 
Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest, 

Or  raise  my  cheerful  passions  so. 

6  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  taste  of  pleasure  could  afibrd  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Loi-d. 

"7  Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night. 
When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  ray  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voije, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM  63.     Short  Metre. 

Seeking  God. 

1  Ti/fY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
XtJL  This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore ; 

Not  travellers,  in  desert  landg, 
Oau  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place  5 

Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relish  can  afford", 


184  PSALM  65. 

No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  praise  thee  while  I  live; 

Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feast 
Such  food  or  pleasure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  hnst  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  prondence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps: 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

PSALM  65.     1st  Pari.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  1—5. 

Public  prayer  and  praise. 
1  rr^HE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

Jl    My  Grod  ;  and  nraise  becomes  thy  boUSe; 

There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 

And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 
S  O  tbou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies 

To  save;  when  humble  sinneis  pray; 

AH  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  islands  of  the  northern  sea. 
3  Againsi  my  will  ray  sins  prevail, 

But  grace  "shall  purge  away  their  sfain ; 

The  blood  ot  Christ  will  never  fail 

To  wash  my  g^arments  white  again. 


PSALM  66.  185 

4  Blest  !s  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choOSe« 
And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee  •, 

Give  him  a  place  wifhin  thy  house, 
To  taste  ihy  love  divinely  free. 
PAUSE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays ; 
Babel  prepare  for  ii)ng  distj-ess, 
When  Zion's  God  himself  arrays, 
In  terror  and  in  righteousness. 

6  With  dreadful  glory,  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  saints  request ; 
And  v^'ith  Almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  rest. 

7  Then  shall  the  flocking  nations  rmi 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  65.    2(^  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Ver.   5—13. 

Divine  providetice  in  air,  earth,  and  sea  ;  or,  the 

God  of  nature  and  grace. 
X  rriHE  God  of  our  Srilvation  hears 

X    The  groans  of  Zion  inix'd  mth  tears  ; 
Yet  vhen  he  comes  with  kind  aesigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  shines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  men  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known. 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o>r  the  flood, 
Address  their  frighted  souls  to  God, 
When  tempests  rage',  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  distance  from  the  shore. 


126  PSALM  65. 

4  He  bids  tbe  noisy  tempest  cease  5 

He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace,  ' 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  shaken  by  the  storm, 
He  settles  in  a  peaceful  form  •, 
Mountains  establish'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  stand. 

6  Behold  his  ensigns  sweep  the  sky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly , 
Tbe  heathen  lands,  with  swift  surprise, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command,  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  Ihe  east,  and  leads  the  day : 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels, 
Over  the  tops  of  western  hills. 

8  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  tbe  eariu  made  soft  wUh  show'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  drest  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirsty  grounci  supply ; 
He  \valks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Dr.th  his  enriching  drops  dispense. 

10  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field  5 
Abundant  food  the  vallies  yield  5 
The  vallies  shout  wi'ih  cheerful  vo  ice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  theii  joys. 

1 1  The  pastur<^s  smile  in  green  array  j 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  •, 
The  larger  cattle,  and  the  lamb. 
Each  in  his  language  speaks  thy  name 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  shine-. 


PSALM  65.  127 

Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  65.    1st  Part.    Common  Metre. 
A  prayer-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  cnlled. 

1  TJHAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  j 
JL    Tbeie  shall  our  vows  be  paid : 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray, 

All  ilesh  shall  seek  tliine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning^  grace  is  ihine: 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  powr  and  skill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose, 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling:  in  thine  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answ'riag  what  thy  church  reque.sls, 

Thy  trutli  and  terror  shine. 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wondVing  nations  see 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just: 
And  distant  islands  tly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  LorI, 

When  signs  in  heav'n  appear  : 
But  they  shall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  65.    '2d  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  and  sea  ;  or, 

the  blessing  of  ram. 
1  'fTlIS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
X    God  of  etenial  power ! 


128  PSALM  65. 

The  sea  grows  calm  at  tby  command  } 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  mojiiing  light  and  ev'ning  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring  5 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad) 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  shsw'rs, 
Thf  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  (he  sky,     , 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Wiih  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  dilnk  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear ; 
Thy  ways  abound  wilh  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  65.    Zd  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  blessings  of  the  spring ;  or,  God  gives  rain. 
A  psalm  for  the  husbandman. 

1  /~i  ODD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'niy  King, 
\Jf  Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Visits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 

And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high 

Pour  out,  at  thy  command, 
Their  wat'i-y  blessings  from  the  sky, 

To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 
S  The  soften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring ; 
The  vallies  rich  provision  yield. 

And  the  poor  '"*^Vprs  sing. 


PSALM  60.  129 

4  T))e  iitlle  bills  on  ev'iy  side, 

Rejoice  at  faliinpf  show'is  ; 
Tbe  lueadows.  drest  in  all  llif ir  piide, 
Pert'ume  tbe  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refresiAl  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop : 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  agahi; 
Aud  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crovfus 

How  bounteous  <»re  thy  ways  1 
Tbe  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

rSALM  66.  1st  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Governing  power  and  goodness ;  or,  our  gruu 
tned  hy  cjflictions. 

1  CJING  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O  Sing  with  a  joyful  noise  \ 
With  melody  of  sound  record 

His  honours,  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  shakes  the  sky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
Sinner's  before  ihy  presence  fly, 
Or  at  tliy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Come,  see  the  womlers  of  our  God 

How  glorious  are  liis  ways  ! 
In  Moses' hand  he  puts  his  rod. 
And  cleaves  the  frighted  seas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  diy, 

While  Israel  pass'd  the  flood; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 


130  PSALM  66. 

5  He  rules  by  his  resistless  might  *, 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tencpt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  0  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease ; 

Ye  saints,  fulfil  his  praise ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace. 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  bast  prov'd  our  suff 'ring  souls, 

To  make  our  graces  shine  •, 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 

We  march  at  thy  command ; 
led  to  possess  the  promised  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 
PSALM  66.    '2,(1  Part.    Common  Metre 
Ver.  13—20. 
Praise  to  God,  for  hearing  prayer. 

1  'lyr  OW  shall  ray  solemn  vows  be  paid 
1^    To  that  Almighty  Pow'r, 

That  heard  the  long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

'To  make  his  mercies  known ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  heai- 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  soirows  fell, 

I  sought  his  heav'uly  aid ; 
He  sav'd  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eteraal  shade. 

4  If  sin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart. 

While  pray'r  em  ploy 'd  my  tongue 
The  Lord  had  shown  nie  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung 


PSALM  67.  131 

5  Bat  God  Piis  name  be  ever  blest,) 
Has  set  ray  spirit  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  request,. 
Nor  tum'd  his  heart  from  me. 
PSALM  67.    Common  Metre. 
Tilt  nation's  prosperity,  and  the  cAurcA'i  increase 

1  C1HINE,  migaly  God,  on  this  our  land, 
i^  With  beams  of  heav'nlv  grace ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  om-  coasts, 

And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  [Amidst  our  states  exalted  high, 

Do  thou  our  glory  stand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  favrite  land.] 

3  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice ; 
While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praise, 
And  gi-ateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sov'reign  Judge 

That  sits  entliron'd  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  he  made. 
In  justice  and  in  love. 
b  Earth  shall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 
And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 
7  God  the  Redeemer  scatters  round 
His  choicest  favours  here ; 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 


i5t  PSALM  68. 

PSALi\168.  } St  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Ver.  1—6,  32—35. 

The  vengeance  and  compassion  of"  God. 

1   T  ET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
J^  Aiic  '•^t  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight, 
As  smoke,  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies, 
Before  tlie  rising  tempest  flies. 

£  [He  comes  array'd  in  boming'  flames; 
Justice  and  vengeance  are  his  names : 
Hehold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky ; 
His  name,  JEHOVAH, sounds  on  high: 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace; 

Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpless  find 
A  Judge  that's  just,  a  Father  kind. 

6  He  breaks  the  captive's  heav}'  chain, 
And  pris'ners  see  the  light  again ; 
But  rebels,  that  dispute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 

PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song  •■ 

His  wondrous  names  aod  pow'rs  rehearse; 
His  honours  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

7  He  shakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 

lu  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  his  peculiai"  throne. 


PSALM  63.  13.^ 

8  Proclaim  him  king-,  pronoance  bini  blest ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest : 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  ev'rj-  saint. 

PSALM  68.    2rf  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  17,  18. 

Christ^s  oicension,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1  T   ORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  higii, 
■  A  Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  sky  : 

Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  "that  attend  thy  slate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there ; 
■\Vhile  he  pronoiinr"d  his  dreanfiil  law, 
And  s-ruck  the  chosen  tribes  vvith  awe. 

3  IIow  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powTS  of  hell, 
Tisat  thousand  souls  h.id  captive  made, 
Were  all  iu  chains  like  captives  led. 

i  Rais'd  by  Ills  Father  to  the  thr(nie, 
He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM  68.   3:/  Part.    Long  Metfe. 

Vcr.  39  9  20 22. 

Praise  for  timpond  blessings;  or,  co7nmon  and 

sjiiiilunl  mercies 
1  TIT'E  biess  the  Lord,  the  ju=t,  the  good, 
T  ?     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  (v'^hV, 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  tlie  skies, 
And  luadj  dunfays  wilb  rich  !--uj>plies. 


1.34  PSALM  69. 

2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  witli  plenteous  rain, 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  aH  our  near  escapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ; 

He  helps  the  weak,  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  ths  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  comnion  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  diff 'rence  that  rema/ns 
Is  endless  joy,  or  endless  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  serpent's  head, 
On  all  the  serpent's  seed  shall  tread ; 
The  stubboni  sinner's  hope  confound. 
And  smite  him  with  a  lasting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  saints  shall  raise 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  seas  5 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above, 
There  shall  they  taste  his  special  love. 

PSALM  69.  1—14.  \st  Part.  Com.  Met. 

The  sufferings  of  Christ  for  our  scdvation. 

"  C2  AVE  me,  0  God ;  the  swelling  floods 

Jo  Break  in  upon  my  soul ; 
I  sink,  and  sorrows  o'er  my  head 
Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone ; 

In  tears  I  waste  the  day : 
My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
And  shorten  thy  delay. 

3  They  hate  my  soul  without  a  cause, 

And  still  their  number  grows 
More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
And  mighty  aie  my  foes. 


PSALM  69.  136 

4  Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt, 

That  men  could  never  pay, 
And  gave  those  honours  to  thy  law, 
Which  sinners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Messiah's  name, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns  •, 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  «  Now  shall  the  saints  rejoice,  and  find 

Salvation  in  thy  name, 
For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  shame. 

7  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round, 

And  sackcloth  was  my  dress, 
While  I  procur'd  for  naked  souls 
A  robe  of  righteousness. 

8  Amongst  my  brethren  and  the  Jews, 

I  like  a  stranger  stood, 
And  here  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  I  came  in  sinful  mortal's  stead 

To  do  my  Father's  will  i 
Yet,  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  house 
They  scandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  My  fastings  and  my  holy  groans 

Were  made  the  drunkard's  song , 
But  God,  from  his  c-°lestial  throne, 
Ileard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  He  sav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

Nor  let  my  soul  be  drown'd : 
He  rais-d  and  fix'd  my  sinking  feet 
On  well  establish'd  ground. 

12  'Twas  in  a  most  accepted  hour, 

Hfy  pmyer  arose  on  high. 


136  PSALM  69. 

And  for  my  sake,  my  God  shaii  hear 
The  dying  sinner's  cry. 

PSALM  fi9.  2d  Part    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  14— 21,  2G,  29,  32. 

The  passion  and  exaltation  of  Christ. 
t  TVrOW  let  our  iips,  witli  holy  fear 
1.1    And  mournful  ploasure,  sin^ 
'1  iip  suff'ring^sof  onr  j^reat  High  Priest. 
The  sorrows  of  our  King-. 
"i  H^  sinks  in  floods  of  deep  distress  ; 
How  high  the  v/aters  rise  ! 
lYhile  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  ssnds  perpetual  cries. 

.T  "  Ifpiar  me,  O  Lord,  and  save  Ihv  Son, 
Nor  hide  thy  shining  face ; 
Why  shoald  thy  favVite  look  like  :>ne 
Forsaken  of  thy  grace  ' 
i  "'.Yitk  rage  they  per^en^te  the  man 
That  groans  i>eneath  thy  wound, 
'iVhile  for  a  sacrifice  I  pour 
My  life  upon  the  ground. 
">  They  iread  my  honour  to  the  da";!, 
And  'augli  when  I  comjdain  •, 
T'lfir  <hnrp  insulting  slanders  add 
F.ii<n  anguish  to  my  pain. 
-;  '\.\\  my  !-epronch  is  known  to  thee, 
The  scarsdaS  anfl  (he  fhaine  ; 
R-^nroHch  has  broke  my  bleeding heait, 
And  lies  defil'd  mynam'». 
r  I  inokM  for  pHy  hut  in  vain  : 
Hv  kindred  are  my  grif'f : 
I  a<!i  my  IVieiv^sfor  comfort  round, 
iVtt  mt-ei  with  no  r^^tl*!'. 


PSALM  69.  137 

8  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirst ; 

They  give  me  gall  for  food  : 
And,  sporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  Shine  into  my  distressed  soiri, 

Let  thy  compassions  save  : 
And  til  iliffh  my  flesh  sink  down  to  death, 
Redet- m  it  from  the  grave. 

10  1  sn^ill  arise  to  praise  thy  name, 

Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
And  thy  salvalion,  O  my  God, 
Shall  seat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM  69.    3^^  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Chri<it''s  ohediencs  and  death  ;  or,  God  glorijied, 
and  sbuiers  saxied. 

1  TTIATIIER!  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 
.1.     I  bless  my  Saviour's  name  •, 

He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, . 
And  bore  the  sinner's  sliame. 

2  His  deep  distress  has  rals'd  us  iiigh  ; 

His  dutv  and  his  zeal 
Fulfili'd  til?  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finish'd  all  thy  will. 
?>  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 
Shall  hotter  please  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound. 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 
4  This  shall  his  humble  followers  see. 
And  set  their  h<-art5  at  res; : 
They  by  his  death  draw,  near  to  thee, 
And  iive  forever  blest. 
h  Ir't  heav'n.  ahd  rfliTlrit'dwell  on  high, 
r.>  Hod  tliflr  voices  r&i^, 


133  PSALM  69. 

While  laniU  and  seas  assist  llie  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praise. 
6  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God ; 
Tliy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 

And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  tiilne  own  Israel  waits. 

PSALM  69.     \ St  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Christh  passion  and  sinner^s  salvation. 

1  ipvEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
MJ  The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  I  llie  rising  billows  roll, 

To  overwiielni  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath. 
While  hosts  of  hell,  and  powVs  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curst  desijfn. 

3  Yet  gracious  God  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  (he  curse  a  blessing  prove ; 
Those  dreadful  suff 'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  sins  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  exjiiring  Lord 
1  he  bonoui-s  of  thy  law  restor'd : 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  lor  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O !  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  b«  turn'd  to  shame. 

PSALM  69.    2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Ver.  7,  &c. 
CAWrf's  sufferings  and  zeal. 
1  'fllWAS  for  our  sake,  eternal  God, 
X    Tby  Son  sustain'U  tbat  heavy  load 


PSALM  71.  139 

Of  base  reproach  and  sore  disgrace, 
And  shame  defil'd  his  sacred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  cbeck'd  their  sin  ; 
While  he  fuifiU'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  cause. 

3  ["My  Father's  house,"  said  he,  "was  made 
A  place  for  worship  not  for  trade ," 

Then  scatt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brass, 
He  scourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Consumed  his  lite,  expos'd  liis  blood : 
Rep\oacue<  at  thy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forsook,  his  foUow'rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  surround  his  head  j 
They  curse  him  with  a  sland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  false  judge  maintahis  the  wrong.] 

6  HJs  life  ihey  load"\vitli  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blasphemies: 
They  nail  him  to  the  shameful  tree ; 
Thefe  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

7  [Wretches  with  hearts  as  hard  as  stones. 
Insult  his  piety  and  groans ; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  tliirst  with  vinegar.] 

8  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Sotf  5 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  due  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM  71.  1st  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  3—9. 


M 


Tht  aged  saini's  reJUolion  and  hope, 
~y  God,  my  eTerlasting  hope, 
I  lire  upon  thy  trulb : 


UO  PSALM  71. 

Thine  bands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  stieugthen'd  all  ray  youth. 

2  My  flesh  was  fasbion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

V/ith  all  these  limbs  of  mine : 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen. 

Repeated  every  year : 
Behold  my  d;iys  that  yet  remain : 
I  trust  them  to  thy  cnre. 

4  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  gloi-y  shine, 
Whene'er  thy  seivaiit  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hist'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days. 
They'll  read  thy  iove  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praise. 

PSALM  71.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Ver.  15,  11,  16,2,],  22,24. 

ChrUt  our  strengtk  and  righteousness. 

1  "jl/TY  Saviour,  ray  Almighty  Friend, 
1*3.  When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end 

The  numbers  uf  lliy  grace  i* 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  I 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
Aiii  march  with  Gourmge  in  thy  strcnjrth, 
Tos-e  rivv  Fatfi-v,  Ood. 


PSALM  71.  141 

4  Whf.n  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  lighteousness 
Ajid  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  \ict'ries  ot  my  King ! 
My  sou!,  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell. 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  [My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  j 

With  this  delightful  song 

I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hom-s, 

Nor  think  the  season  long.] 

PSALM  71.    3d  Part.    Common  Metre. 
V^er.  17—21. 

The  aged  Cki-isliaii's  prayer  and  song  ;  or,  old 

age,  death,  and  the  resurrection. 
1  g^ODot  ray  childhood  and  my  youth, 
\Jf  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav"nly  'truth, 
Ajid  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 
3  Wilt  «hou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years 
If  God  ray  strength  depart  ? 

3  Letiae  thy  pow'r  an-i  truth  proclaim 
To  the  surviving  a^e. 
And  leave  a  savour  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 


U2  PSALM  72. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove ; 
0  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 
PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteousness  is  dei.p  and  high, 

Unsearchable  thy  deeds  j 
Thy  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  my  praise  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  press'd  me  sorft. 
Thy  grace  was  ray  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save; 
At  ihy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  dust, 

My  tiesh  shall  be  thy  care ; 
These  withVing  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 

To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 
PSALM  72.     \st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  of  Christ. 

1  (Ti  UEAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 

vjr  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  Obey,' 
Now  give  tlie  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor. 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  just. 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust , 


PSALM  72.  143 

Bis  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  moMTi, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirsty  hills- 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  lig-ht, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  si^ht. 

6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Brest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  natLns  yet  unknown. 

PSALM  72.    2d  Fart.    Long  Metre. 

Christ^s  Jcin^dom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1  TESL'S  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
J    Does  his  successive  journies  run ; 
His  kingdooj  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  [Behold  i  the  islands,  wiih  their  kings. 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings  : 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold. 
There  India  shines  in  F^astern  gold ; 
And  barb'rous  nalions,  at  his  word, 
Suuniit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.} 

4  For  him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made. 
And  praises  thrcng  to  ciown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  tvVy  morning  sacrifice. 

J  People,  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  60ngi 


144  PSALM  73 

And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  pris'ner  lea})s  to  loose  his  chains, 
The  \veai"y  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  [Where  he  displays  his  healing-  pow'r, 
J)eath  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  briiig 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.] 

PSALM  73.  1st  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Afflicted  saints  hujjpy,  and  prosperous  sinners 

cxu-sed. 

1  TVTO W  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
J_^    To  men  of  lieart  sincere, 

Yet  once  my  foolish  thouglits  repin'd 
And  border'd  on  despair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  see  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  spoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleasant  and  profane  they  live ! 
How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  With  well  fed  flesh  and  haughty  eyes 

They  lay  theii-  fears  to  sleep  •, 
Against  the  heav'ns  their  slanders  rise 
While  saints  in  silence  weep ; 

4  In  vaiu  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 

And  cleanse  my  heart  in  vain, 
For  I  am  chasten'd  all  the  day 
The  night  renews  my  pain.". 


PSALM  7S.  H^' 

5  Yet  while  my  ton^e  indulged  coniplainls, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  5 
"  Sure  I  shall  thus  offend  thy  saints, 
And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  still  I  found  my  doubts  too  haN, 

The  conflict  too  severe. 
Till  I  retir'd  to  search  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  secrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  some  prophetic  glass, 

I  saw  thu  sinners  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  slipp'ry  place, 
Beside  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boast, 

Till  at  thy  frownn  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  lost,' 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was ! 

How  like  a  thoughtless  beast ! 
Thus  to  suspect  thy  promis'd  grace 
And  think  the  wacked  blesi ! 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  despair, 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  ; 
That  blessed  hand  that  broke  the  mare, 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  73.    ^dPart.     Common  M«tr« 
Ver.  23—28. 
God  our  portion  ?ure  arid  hereafter. 
1  £^  OD,  my  supporter  and  my  hopr, 
\J(  My  Jielp  for  ever  near, 
Tliine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 
i  Thy  counsels.  Lord,  shall  gwide  ray  fee' 
Through  tnis  dark  wilderness ,' 
K 


Ilf,  PSALiM  73. 

Th'ine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  fact. 
?.  Were  I  in  hcav'n  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  5 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee, 
i  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint 
God  is  my  soul's  eternril  reck, 
The  strength  of  ev'ry  s-aint. 
5  Bt-hold  the  sinners,  Hint  remove 
Far  from  thy  presence,  die  •, 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 
<;  BiU  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  •, 
My  tongue  siiall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  73.    Loiii^-  Metre. 

Ver.  22,  3,  G,  17—20. 
The  p-ospeHty  of  sinners  cursed. 
1  y   ORD,  what  a  thou|;htless  wretch  n-as  I, 
J^  To  mourn,  and  riiurmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  plac'ft  on  high, 
Ift  pride  and  robes  ofiionoiir  shine  ! 
,».  ?^it,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thv  sanctuary  taught  me  so : 
Wasiipp'ry  rocks  l  see  them  stand, 
And  ftery  billows  roll  below. 
^  Vtnv  lot  Ihem  boast  howtall  they  rise-, 
'';  -it^rer  envy  th^nn  again, 
^  --ir-  they  may  stand  wth  haughty  eyrs, 
*  ■  •  >*;r-7  piling's  deep  in  ondl-'fs  paiTh 


PSALM  75.  147 

4  Their  fancy 'd  joys  how  fast  thpy  fiee : 
Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  piirchrise  with  my  blood  ;. 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM  73.     Short  Metie. 

The  mystery  of  Prenridcncc  unfolded- 

1  QURE  there's  a  rig^hteous  God, 
i3  Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Though  men  of  vice  may  l)oast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  saw.tbe  wicked  rise, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  hnngliiy  fools  with  scornful  «yej. 

In  robes  of  honour  shiiie. 
.3      [Pamper'd  with  wanton  ea«e, 

The*-  flesli  looks  full  and  fair ; 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  seaS; 

And  grows  wi'.-hout  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
That  pious  souls  endure. 

Through  all  their  life  oppression  reigns. 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blaspheme 
The  everlasting  God : 

Their  malice  blasts  \b.e  good  man's  pame. 
And  spreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  Hut  I,  with  flowing  tear.-, 
Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rise  ; 

"  Is  there  a  God  tlial  sees  or  hrars 
The  things  below  the  ^k^es .'"' 


143  PSALM  74. 

1     The  tumults  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  Ihy  house  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 
8      Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r 
Did  my  mistalies  amend ; 
I  view'd  the  sinners'  lives  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 
»      On  what  a  slipp'ry  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  : 
And  O  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 
10    Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  •, 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
Aud  all  my  pow'rs  are  tWne. 
PSALM  74.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  phading  with  God  under  sore  ptrse- 

ciition, 
1  niTITILL  God  for  ever  cast  us  off? 
f  V    His  wrath  for  ever  smoke 
Against  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chosen  flock  ? 
»  Think  of  the  tribes  so  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  onca  thy  glory  stood. 
S  Lift  up  thy  feet  and  march  in  haste 
Aloud  our  ruTU  calls ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 
Is  ma'.'.e  wlihin  thy  walls. 
4  Wher«  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  $Bng 
Thy  foesi'»"ofanely  roarj 


PSALM  74.  U!) 

Over  thy  gates  their  ensi^s  hang', 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  How  are  the  seaV=!  of  worship  broke  = 

The3'  tear  thy  buildings  down ; 
And  he  that  deals  the  heaviest  stroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flumes  they  threaten  to  destroy 

Thy  children  in  their  nest ; 
'•  Come,  let  us  burn  at  once,"  they  Cfy, 
"  The  temple  and  the  priest." 

7  And  still,  to  heig-hten  our  distresa, 

Thy  presence  is  withdrawn; 
Thy  wonted  signs  of  pow'r  and  graee. 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 
3  No  prophet  speaks  to  calm  our  woes, 

But  all  the  seers  mourn ; 
The.'e's  not  a  soul  amongst  us  knows, 

The  time  of  thy  return. 

PAUSE. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God !  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blaspheme  ! 
Shall  saints  be  made  their  endless  soug, 
And  bear  immortal  shame  i 

10  Canst  thou  for  ever  sit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profEin'd  ? 
And  still  thy  jealousy  forbear. 
And  still  v'itbhoid  thine  hand  .' 

11  What  strange  deliverance  ha?t  thou  shown 

In  ages  long  before  ! 
And  now  no  other  God  «ve  own,  ' 

No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didst  divide  the  raging  sea, 

By  thy  resistless  might 


150  PSALM  75. 

To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondroug  my, 
And  then  secure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darkness  and  the  day  f 
Didst  thou  not  bid  tiie  morning  shine, 
And  mark  the  sun  his  way  f 

14  Hath  not  tliy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coast, 

And  set  the  eardi  its  bounds, 
With  summer's  heat,  and  winter's  frost, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds .' 

15  And  shall  the  sons  of  earth  and  dust, 

That  sacred  pow'r  blaspheme  f 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  first, 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  namei' 
It!  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  hast  made, 
And  all  thy  words  of  love : 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 
17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 
And  make  our  hope  their  jest . 
Plead  thine  own  cause,  Almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rest. 

PSALM  73.    Long  Metre. 

Power  and  government  Jrom  God  alone. 

I  rr^O  thee,  most  holy,  and  most  high, 
X    To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praise ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

J  "  To  slav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chosen  sons 
Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rise ; 
And,  sore  oppressed  by  earthly  thrones. 
They  sought  the  Sov'reign  of  the  skies. 

5  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow'r. 
Arose  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 


PSALM  75.  ]b 

To  scourge  Ihdc  legions  from  theshore, 
And  save  the  remnant  oltliy  race." 

4  Let  haughty  sinners  sink  tiieir  pride, 
Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  Lead  5 
But  lay  their  foolish  thoughts  aside, 
And  own  the  "  empire"  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow ; 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

Q  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne ; 
God,  the  great  sov'reiffn  of  the  earth, 
Will  rise  and  make  his  justice  knowni. 

7  [His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 
Ci  vengeance  mix'd  with  various  plagues. 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up. 
Wring  out,  and  taste  the  bitter  dregs. 

S  Now  shall  the  Lord  exalt  the  just -, 
And  v»'hile  he  tramples  on  the  proud. 
And  lays  Uieir  glory  in  the  dust, 
Our  lips  shall  sing  his  praise  aloud.] 

PSALM  76.     Common  Metre. 

Israel  saved,   and  the  Assyrians  destroyed ,    or 

God's  vengeance  against  his  enemies  proceeds 

from  his  church. 

1  TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
X  Ilis  name  in  Israel's  great;  ' 

In  Salem  stood  his  holy  dnone, 
And.Zion  was  iiis  seat. 

2  Among  the  praises  of  his  saints. 

His  dwe!lir,g  there  he  chose ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  just  complaiol* 
Against  their  hauglitv  foes 


15Z  PSALM  76. 

I  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  spear, 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  sword, 
And  crusb'd  th'  Assyrian  war. 
4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  else 
But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
I  lie  hill  on  which  JEHOVAH  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

9  'Twas  Zion's  king  that  stopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bauds : 
Tlie  men  of  might  slept  fast  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

«  At  ihy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Loih  horse  and  chariot  fell ! 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ! 
Thy  vengeance,  who  can  tell ! 

7  \Vhat  pow'r  can  stand  before  thy  sight, 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  i" 
Wlien  heav'n  shines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  lies  still  and  fears. 

^  When  God,  in  his  own  sov'reign  ways, 
Comes  down  to  save  th'  oppress'*!. 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
And  he'll  restrain  the  rest. 

J  [Vow  to  the  Loi-d,  and  ti'ibute  bring ; 
Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown : 
His  terrors  shake  the  proudest  king, 
And  cut  an  army  down. 

10  The  thunder  of  his  sharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  shall  feel : 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forsook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  still] 


PSALM  77.  I5S 

PSALM  77.  1st  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Melancholy  assaulting,  and  hope  prevailing, 

1  rriO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

X    I  sought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  day  when  troubles  rose, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  soul  refus'd  relief-, 
I  thought  on  God,  the  just  and  wise, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  still  opprest, 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  rest, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  Mv  overwhelming  sorrows  grew. 

Till  I  could  speak  no  more ; 
Then  I  within  myself  withdrew, 
And  caird  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  ani  ancient  times, 

Wlien  I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  spirit  search'd  for  secret  crimes, 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  lO  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  •, 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  cast  me  off  ? 

His  promise  ever  fail .' 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  i 
Shall  anger  still  prevail ' 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark  despairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  Jiath  wrought, 
Thy  hand  is  still  tlie  same. 


154  PSALM  77. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring-  grace, 
When  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  thfione  ) 

And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  sanctuary  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  77.    2c/  Pari.    Common  Metre. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences  ;  or, 

Isrutl  delivered  from  Egypt,  and 

brought  to  Canaan. 

1  "  TTOW  awful  is  thy  chast'ning  rod  ?" 

ii  (May  thine  own  children  say) 
"  The  great,  the  wise,  the  dieadful  God  ! 
How  holy  is  his  way  I" 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 

The  king  who  reigns  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  trust  iiL>  love. 

3  Long  did  the  house  of  Joseph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yolie  oppress'd  ; 
Long  he  delay'd"^to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  g-ave  his  people  rest. 
A  The  sons  of  good  old  Jacob  seem'd 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeera'd 
The  nation  that  he  chose. 

5  Israel,  his  [wople  and  his  sheep. 

Must  follow  where  he  calls  •, 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  watei's  sav/  thee  come ; 


PSALM  78.  156 

Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  Stood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thyjouruey  through  the  sea, 

Thy  footsteps.  Lord,  unknown  -, 

Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way, 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  sound, 

Through  clouds  and  darlaiess  broke ; 
All  heaven  in  lightning  shone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  shook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  sky  were  hurl'd  ; 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord ! 
Sui'prise  and  trembling  seiz'd  the  world, 
And  hii  own  saints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the*bck, 

And  safe,  by  Moses'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  desert  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  prorais'd  land. 
PSALM  78.    \st  Part.   Common  Metre. 

Providences  of  God  recorded  ;  or,  pious  education 
and  instractioii  of  children. 

1  T  ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
■  A  Which  God  perform'd  of  old ; 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw. 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known } 

His  works  of  povvV  and  grace; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Through  ev'ry  rising" race. 
i  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs  j 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
Jlay  leach  tiiem  to  their  heiii. 


156  PSALM  78. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forg-et  his  works, 
But  practise  his  commands. 

PSALM  78.    '2,(1  Part.   Common  Metre. 

Israel's  rebellion  and  ptinishment ;  or,  the  sins  and 
.    chastisements  of  God's  people. 

1  ipi  WHAT  a  stifi'  rebellious  house 
\J  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
False  to  their  own  most  solemn  vows. 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  despise, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  saw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light, 

From  his  avenging  hand  ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  that  stubborn  land. 

4  They  saw  him  cleave  the  mighty  sea, 

And  march  in  safety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
Till  they  had  'scap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  shade  and  light; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  shelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirst  supply 'd ; 

The  gushing  waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  i-ivers  by  their  side, 
A  constant  miracle. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  most  high. 

And  dar'd  distrust  his  handj 


PSALM  78.  15T 

«  Can  he  with  bread  our  host*  supply, 
Amidst  this  desert  land  ?" 
8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard 
And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame ; 
His  terrors  ever  stand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 
PSALINI  78.    id  Part.    Common  Metre 

The  punishmfni  ofluxurtj  and  intemperance  ;  or, 

chastisement  and  salvation. 
\  XTTHEN  Israel  sins,  the  Lord  reproves, 
ff    And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread ; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  sends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lih'ral  hand, 

And  made  his  treasures  known ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provision  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  show'r 

Lay  thick  around  tbeir  feet; 
The  corn  of  heav'n  so  light,  so  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they  in  .Tiurmxing  language  said, 

"Manna  is  all  our  feost, 
We  loathe  this  light,  this  aiiy  bread; 
We  must  have  flesh  to  taste." 

5  "  Ve  sh.all  have  flesh  .o  please  your  lust," 

The  Lord  in  wmth  reoly'd  5 
And  sent  them  quails,  like  sand  or  dust, 
Heap'd  up  from  side  to  side, 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  desire ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
HlJ  vengeance  burnt  with  secret  fife. 
And  smote  the  rebels  dc*^- 


158  PSALM  75. 

7  Wben  some  were  slain,  the  rest  return'^, 

And  sought  the  Lord  wilh  tears  •, 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  soon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chastis'd,  and  still  forgave, 

Till,  liy  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nation  he  resolv'd  to  save 
Possess'd  the  promised  land. 

PSALM  78.     Long  Metre. 

Verse  32,  kc. 

Backsliding  and  forgiveness  ;  or,  sin  puniaRti^ 

and  saints  saved. 
\  CA  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
LT  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  i 
There  in  a  glass  our  hearts  may  see 
How  fickle  and  how  false  they  be. 

2  How  soon  the  faithless  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  trust  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  consura'd  tJieir  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 

A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  strength,  and  spent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  saw  their  brethren  glain. 
They  mourn'd  and  souglU  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode. 
Their  high  Redeemer  ahU  their  God, 

5  Tlieir  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rise, 
As  flati'i-iiig  worcis  or  solemn  lies, 
While  tlicir  rebelHoiis  tempers  prove 
False  to  his  cov'naut,  and  his  Inve. 

6  Yet  did  his  sov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  we'er  dt'serv'd  to  five  \ 


PSALM  80  W 

His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
Or  else  with  gentle  flame  it  burn  d. 
7  P.e  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  saw  temptations  still  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abrn'am  lov'd  them  still, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM  80.    Long  Metre. 

The  church's  prayer  under  nffliction ;  or,  the  vine- 
yard of  God  zuasted. 

1  r^  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 

|jr  Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep. 

2  Thv  church  is  in  the  desert  now. 

Shine  from  on  hi?^h,  and  guide  it  through  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  hcav'nly  hosts  obey, 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thv  kind  return  ? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  bum  ? 

4  Instead  of  wine  avid  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore. 

We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 
PAUSE  I. 

5  Ilast  llMJU  not  planted  v^'ith  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round. 
And  heav'nly  (iews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  IIow  did  the  spreading  branches  shoof, 
And  blessM  the  nations  witli  their  friif, 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  «ee 
TMy  mournings  vine,  that  lovely  trer?. 


160  PSALM  81. 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  Jefac'd  f 
Why  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste  ? 
Strang-ers  and  fees  against  her  join, 
And  ev'i-y  beast  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  Almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  , 
We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 
PAUSE  II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew. 
Thou  wast  its  strength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes. 

Till  the  fair  Branch  of  Promise  rose. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  shoot 
From  David's  stock,  from  Jacob's  root ; 
Himself  a  noble  vine,  and  we 

The  lesser  branches  of  the  tree. 

11  Tis  thine  own  Son !  and  he  shall  stand, 
Girt  with  thy  strength,  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Thy  first  born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blest 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  rest. 

1?  Oh  I  for  big  sake  attend  our  ciy ; 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  lest  they  die ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  81.     1,8—16.     ShortMelre. 

The  warnings  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  spiritaul 
hiessings  and  punishnents. 
IING  to  the  Lord  aloud. 
And  make  a  joyful  noise ; 
God  'u  our  strength,  our  Saviour  Grod, 
Let  Israel  hear  his  voice. 
2      "  From  vile  idolatry 

J*f  eserve  my  wership  clean ; 


S' 


PSALM  86.  »^i 

I  am  U»e  Lord  who  set  thee  free 

From  slav'ry  and  from  sin. 

S      Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 

And  I'll  supply  them  well ; 

But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 

If  Israel  will  rebel ; 

4  I'll  leave  them,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  To  their  own  lusts  a  prey, 

And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
'Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 

5  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  saints 
Would  hearken  to  my  voice  1 

Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaintl, 
And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  While  I  destroy'd  their  foes, 
I'd  richly  feed  my  flock. 

And  they  should  taste  the  stream  that  flowi 
From  their  eternal  Rock." 

PSALM  82.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  supreme  Governor ;  or,  magistratet 

warned. 

1  A  MONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  gi'eat, 
J^jL.  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  seat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  surveys 
Those  godb  on  earth,  and  all  their  way*. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  wh3'  support  tli'  unrighteous  cause  .' 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  dinners  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  : 
Daek  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men 
L 


162  PSALM  83. 

„-  Arise,  0  Lord,  'and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod } 
He  13  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 
FSALM  83.     S-iort  Metre. 

A  coinplaint  agavist  persccutort. 

1  k  ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
J\.  Perpetual  silence  keep  ? 
Ihe  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 

And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  ? 

2  Behold,  what  cursed  siiares 
The  men  of  mischief  spread ; 

The  men  that  hate  thy  saints,  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Against  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counsels  they  employ, 

Ami  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Pursues  them  to  destroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  base 
Into  thy  pastures  leap ; 

Tke  lion  and  the  stupid  ass 
Conspire  to  vex  thy  sheep. 

5  "  Come  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
Ti!)  not  the  name  of  saints  remain, 
Nor  memVy  sliall  be  found." 

6  Awake,  Almighty  God, 
And  call  thy  wmth  to  mind ; 

Give  them,  like  forests  to  the  fire, 
Or  stubble  to  the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madness,  Lord, 
And  make  them  seek  thy  name  •, 

Or  eke  their  stubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  shame. 


PSALM  84.  IfiS 

1  Then  shall  the  nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 

JEHOVAH  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  84.    1st  Part.    Long  Metre 

The  pltasure  of  public  worafHp, 
t  TTOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
.ft   O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  the  seunts. 

2  My  flesh  would  re»t  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  : 
My  God  1  my  King !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee .'' 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest. 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want  f 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sii  on  high, 
Aronnd  thy  throne  of  majesty  •, 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

B  Blest  are  the  soyls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  j 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  Ieai*n  thy  praise. 

6  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength  ;  and  through  the  roao 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  beav'n  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


iC4  PSALM  84. 

PSALM  84.    Zd  Part.    Long  Metre 

Ood  and  his  church  ;  or^  grace  and  glor 
I   /S  REAT  God,  att3nd,  while  Zion  slugs 


Ood  and  his  church  ;  or^  graceand  glory. 

whil< 
'JT  The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs  ) 


To  spend  ar»e  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  el  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun ;  he  makes  our  day  •, 
God  is  our  shield ;  ht-  guards  our  way 
From  afl  th'  assaults  ol  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sov'reign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heav'n  obey ; 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee ; 

iJlest  is  the  man  that  fusts  in  thee. 

PSALM  81.     Ver.  1,4,2,3,  :0. 

Paraphrased  in  Common  Metre. 

Dtlight  in  ordiiuinces  of  worship  j  or.,  God  |Wi- 

stnt  in  his  churches. 

1  1*/TY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
i7_8.  To  which  thy  God  resorts ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  face, 

Though  in  liis  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  monarcV  of  the  skies 

His  saving  pow'r  displays ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  ey<:'S, 
With  kind  and  quick'iiing-  rays, 


PSALM  84.  1^5 

S  With  his  rich  g-ifts,  the  heav'nlj'  Dove 
Descends  and  filis  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  ius  wondrous  love.. 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  ihy  will; 
And  still  we  seek  vhy  mercy  there, 
And  sing  thy  piaises  stiil. 
PAUSE. 

5  My  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  tor  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode ; 
When  shall  I  tread  ihy  courts,  and  s*e 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

6  The  sparrow  builds  herself  a  nest. 

And  suffers  no  remove ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  sparrows,  blest, 
To  uweil  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternitj' 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within. 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 

Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 
Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundless  sea. 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM  84.    Particular  Metre 
Longing  for  the  house  of  God. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
llow  pleasant  and  how  lair 


I6«  PSALM  84. 

The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  art ! 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  aspires, 

With  wanmi  desires, 

To  see  my  God. 
5      The  sparrow  for  her  yoang 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wand'ring  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 

My  spirit  faints, 

With  equal  zeal, 

To  rise  and  dwell 

Among  thy  saints. 
3      0  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  f 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there ! 

They  praise  thee  stiil ; 

And  happy  they 

That  love  the  way 

To  Zion's  hill  ! 
I      They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tean, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  beav'u  appears  : 

O  elorious  seat, 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet ; 

PAUSE. 
To  spend  one  sficred  day 
WTiere  God  and  sainU  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoujand  days  bwiie , 


PSALM  &6.  16* 

Where  God  resorts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door, 
TLan  shine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fiU'd, 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence- 

He  shall  bestow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace. 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 
His  hand  no  ^ood  withholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  souls. 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hosts. 
Whose  spa-it  trusts 
Alone  in  thee ! 

PSALM  85.   Ver.  1—8.    1st  Part.  L.  M. 

Waiting  for  an  answer  to  prayer ;  or,  deliverance 
begun  and  completed. 

J  T  ORD,  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
JLi  Thou  hast  revers'd  our  heavy  doom : 
So  God  forgave  when  Israel  sinn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  TLou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free. 
And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word 
We  T^  ait  for  praise  to  tune  car  vcJce. 


x63  PSALM  85,86. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say  ; 
He'll  speak,  and  give  his  peopie  peace : 
But  kt  them  run  no  more  astray, 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

PSALM  85.    Ver.  9,  he.   2d  Part.  L.  M. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  QALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

>0  The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 
And  grace,  descending  fVom  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n; 
fiy  his  obedience,  so  complete, 
Justice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again. 

And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground. 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  has  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God  : 

Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  maik  his  steps  and  keep  the  road. 

PSAXM  86.     Common  Metre. 
Ver.  8— 13. 
A  general  song  of  praise  to  Ood. 
1     A  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  g'ods, 
./x  There's  none  hath  power  divine  j 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

5  The  nations  thou  hast  made,  shall  bring 

Their  off 'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 


PSALM  87.  169 

i  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet; 
Teach  me  thy  heav'nly  ways. 
And  ray  poor  scatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  Goti  my  Father's  praise. 
4  Great  is  tliv  mercy,  and  my  tongue 
Shall  those  sweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  sinking  soul 
Rose  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  87.    Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  saints  ;  w,  Jtw4 
and  Gentiles  unitedinthe  Christian  church. 

1  >^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

VT  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praise: 
He  likes  the  lents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Ziou  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  eV'-y  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray 

3  What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  belovy, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew: 
Angels  and  men  shaU  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  hh  last  account 
Of  natives  in  bis  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  apDear 

As  one  new  born  or  aourish'd  there  ! 


170  PSALM  89. 

PSALM  8&.  1st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  covenant  made  with  Christ;  or,  the  true 
David. 

1  171  OR  ever  shall  my  soug  record 

JP    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  stand, 
Like  heav'n  establish'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  sware,  and  said, 

"  With  thee  ray  cov'iiant  first  is  made ; 
In  thee  shall  dying  shiners  live, 
Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priest ; 
Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest ; 
Thou  art  my  chosen  King ;  thy  throne 
Shall  stand  eternal,  like  my  own. 

4  There's  none,  of  all  my  sons  above, 
So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
Celestial  pow'rs  thy  subjects  are : 
Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  David,  my  servant,  whom  I  chose. 
To  guard  my  flock,  to  crush  my  foes, 
And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewish  throne. 
Was  but  a  shadow  of  ray  Son." 

e  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  sing, 
Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  King; 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonder  show. 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM  89.    1st  Part.   Common  Metre. 

The  faithfulness  of  God. 
1   Tl/f  Y  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
ItX  The  mercies  of  tht  Lord ; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 


PSALM  89.  m 

3  The  Miered  truths  his  lips  proiiounee, 
Shall  firm  as  beav'n  endure ; 
And  if  be  speak  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  DaAdd  held 

The  promis'd  Jewish  throne ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  seal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies : 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 

5  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above  ; 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honours  raise 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM  89.  Ver.  7,  he.   2d  Part.  C.  M. 

The  power  and  vwjesty  of  God ;  or,  reverential 

worship. 

1  YiriTH  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear 

fV    And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  1 

How  bright  thine  armies  shme ! 

Where  is  tbe  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee  ? 

Or  truth  conipard  with  thine  ? 

S  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thv  suppjrting  hand  •, 

Darkness  and  day  from  east  to  west, 

Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  conti'Ol, 

And  rule  the  boisi'ious  deepj 


172  PSALM  89. 

Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roB, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep ; 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  are  tfaine, 

And  ihe  dark  world  of  heil ; 
How  liid  thine  arm  in  venjjeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 

6  Justict;  and  judgn)ent  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace : 
While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM  89.  Ver.  15,  he.  3d  Part.  CM. 

A  blessed  gospel. 

1  TILEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
JLJ  The  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 

Peace  shall  attend  the  paths  tliey  go, 
And  light  their  steps  around. 

2  Their  juy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 

TLi  o'  their  lledeenier's  name ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope ; 
Nor  satar,  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  : 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns. 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

PSALM  89.   4th  Part.   Common  Metre. 

Ver.  19,  &.C. 
Chrisfs  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  or,  Am  divint  and 

human  nature. 

1  TJEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said, 
l~fl    And  made  his  mercy  known  ; 

"  Sinners,  behold  your  help  is  laid 
On  n;y  Almighty  Son. 

2  Behold  tlie  man  my  wisdom  chose 

Aciong  voi'.r  mortal  race ; 


PSALM  89.  173 

His  head  ray  holy  oil  o'erflows, 

The  spirit  of  my  grace. 
8  High  shall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King  ; 
Mv  arm  shall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

'And  still  new  subjects  bring. 

4  Mv  truth  shall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

With  mercy  by  h;s  side, 
While  in  my  name,  through  earth  and  sea, 
tie  shall  iVi  triumph  -ide. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 

He  shall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  support  my  Son. 

6  My  first-born  Sou  nrray'd  in  grace. 

At  mv  right  hand  shall  sit ; 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place 
i\nd  monarchs  at  his  feel. 

7  My  covenant  stands  for  ever  fast ; 

My  promises  .-re  strong  j 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throns  shall  last, 
His  seed  endure  as  long." 

PSALM  89.  Ver.  30,  &c.  5th  Part.  C.  M. 
The  covenant  of  grnce  uywhangedblt ;  or,  afflic- 
tions, without  rejection. 

1  \rKT  (saiJh  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 

JL    The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abuse  my  grace, 
.\nd  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  Their  sins  I'll  visit  with  the  rod, 

And  make  their  folly  smart; 
But  I'll  not  cease  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  nrv  truth  depai  t. 


174  PSALM  89. 

5  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind : 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  spoke, 
Eternal  truth  shaK  bind. 
4  Once  have  I  sworn  (1  need  no  toore) 
And  pledg'd  my  holiness, 
To  seal  the  sacred  promise  sure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

6  The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring'  rise. 

And  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  skies, 
To  give  the  nations  day. 
a  Sure  as  the  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
His  kingdom  shall  endure. 
Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  shade  and  light 
Shall  be  observ'd  no  more." 
PSALM  89.  Ver.  47,  &lc.  M  Part.  L.  M. 

Mortality  and  Hope. 
A  funeral  Psalm. 
J  T>  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
MX  How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date !  ; 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  i.nd  cry, 

«  Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign. 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  Wliere  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  f 
Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust  ? 
But  faltli  forbids  these  mournful  sigbc, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saint«  away, 


PSALM  89,  90.  175 

Aad  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word . 
Awak«,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 
PSALM  89.    Last  Part.    Par.  Metre, 
Ver.  47,  kc. 


Life,  death,  and  the  Resu)Te(±ion. 

THIKK,  mightv  God,  on  feeble  man ; 
How  few  his  hours !  how  short  bis  spAT) ; 


Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave ; 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath 
Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  it  be  for  ever  said, 

«  The  race  of  mac  was  only  mads 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust  ?" 
Are  not  thv  servants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  Where's  thy  kindness  to  the  j'lsi  t 

3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  seed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair ; 
For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  Gnd  a  resurrection  there. 

4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward 

For  aU  t^'sir  toil,  reproach  and  pain ; 
Let  all  beluw,  and  all  above. 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  amen. 
PSALM  90.    Lon^Meti-e. 

Man  mortal,  and  God  etoticd. 
A  patheti«  and  mournful  song  at  a  funeral. 
1  nnHROUGH  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 
X    Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode ; 


176  PSALM  90. 

High  was  thy  throne  eie  heav'n  wu  noad 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashion'd  into  man ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  nfe  more. 

5  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  gnilt  and  vanity  : 
Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  [A  thousand  o<"our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account  -, 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light. 
Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night.] 

PAUSE. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream. 
Sweeps  us  away ;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  •,  a  morning  flow'r. 
Cut  down  and  wiiher'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set: 

How  short  the  term  !  how  frail  the  state  I 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive. 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  0,  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears. 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ; 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread: 
We  fear  the  power  that  strikes  u_  dead.] 

3  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ! 

And  kindlv  Jengthen  out  our  span. 

Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 
PSALM  90.    Ver.  1—5.    1st  Pari.  C.  M- 

Man  frail,  and  God  eternal. 
1  ^UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

1.^  Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 


PSALM  90.  17? 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 

And  our  eternal  home. 
2  UnJer  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

TJjy  saints  have  awelt  secure ; 
Sufficieat  is  thine  arn»  alone, 

And  cir  defence  is  sure. 

5  Before  the  bills  in  order  stood, 

Or  eajth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

Fix>m  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earlh  at  first, 

And  turn  to  earth  ag-iin. 
4'  A  thousand  ages  in  iliy  sight, 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 
£hort.  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  ciglil, 

Before  the  rising  sun. 

6  [The  busy  tribes  of  tlesb  and  blooa, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwai  ds  by  the  flood. 
And  lost  in  foil'  wing  years. 

7  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  (;p'ning  dav. 

5  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  im. 

Pieas'd  with  the  morning  lip^v 
The  fiowrs  beneath  the  r.i.*wer'<>  bajiri 

Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  nisrh'i-- 
9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ayes  pno. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  com' 
Be  ihou  our  guard  while  trouciss  litkt. 

And  our  eterno*  ^<»iJi'5. 


178  PSALM  90. 

PSALM  90.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Ver.  8,  11,  9,  10,  12. 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effect  of  sin  ;  OTj 
/t/e,  oli  age,  and  preparation  for  death, 

1  1"  ORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults, 
JLi  And  .justice  grows  severe. 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust ; 

By  one  offence  to  tbee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  sons,  have  lost 

Their  immortality. 
S  Life,  ?ike  a  vain  amusement,  flies, 

A  fable  or  n  song; 
By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 

Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  out  a  few  whose  days  amount 

To  threescore  years  and  ten ; 
And  all  beyond  that  short  account 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Our  vitals,  with  laborious  strife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  those  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tiresome  road.] 
e  Almighty  Giul,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  •, 
0  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  niei  cies  of  thy  throne. 
7  Our  souls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 
T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  net  the  wiser  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


PSALM  90. 
PSALM  90.  Ver.  13,  &x.  2>d  Poj-t.  C.  >. 

Breathing  after  hemen. 

1  13  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return ; 
it,  Earth  is  a  tiresome  place  5 

How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  raouni 
Our  absence  from  thy  tace  ? 

2  Let  Leav'n  succeed  cur  painful  years, 

Let  >.in  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increase. 
S  Thv  wonders  to  thy  servant  show, 
Make  thine  own  work  complete ; 
Tben  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  wns  great. 
4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  tliy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward 
PSALM  90.    Ver.  5, 10, 12.    Short  Met 

The  frniity  and  shortness  of  life. 
1      T  ORD,  what  a  feeble  pie«e, 
J_J  Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life,  Low  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deser\'es  a  name  I 
J      Alas  !  'twas  brittle  clav 
That  built  our  body  first ! 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  -, 

Jdst  like  a  flood  our  basty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 
We'll  keen  their  end  in  sight 


i[]0  PSALM  91. 

We'll  spend  (bem'all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5      Tliey'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tenipesluoas  sea  ; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

PSALM  91.    Ver.  1—7.   Long  Metre 

Safety  in  public  diseases  and  dangers. 

J    BITE  that  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 

JOL  Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode; 

Shall  walli  all  day  beneatti  his  shade, 

And  there  at  niglit  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  s;iy,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tow'r : 
I,  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  M.-iker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare; 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  Just  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 
(From  birds  of  prey  that  seek  their  blood) 
Under  her  feathers ;  so  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

*  If  burning  beams  ofnocn  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 
God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  spread, 
To  shield  them  with  a  healtliful  shade. 

f)  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Pise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Israel  is  snfe :  The  poison'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israd'a  God  be  tuere. 


PSALM  91.  181 

pausl:. 

7  What  thoug-h  a  thousand  at  thy  side. 
At  thy  right  Land  ten  thousand  dy'd ; 
Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves, 
Amongst  the  dead,  amidst  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  sent  his  anjel  down 

To  irake  his  wi-alh  in  Eg\pt  kiiown. 
And  slew  their  sons,  his  careful  eye, 
Past  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  bj'. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sworii, 
Receive  commission  ?rom  the  Lord. 
To  strike  his  saints  aino-g  the  rest, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  biest. 

10  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire  5 
From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free. 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  ihee. 

PSALM  91.     Ver.  9— 16.    Com.  Metre 

Protection  from  denth,  piard  of  angeh,  vi<iarf 
find  deliverance. 

1  "^^E  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

jgL    Expos'd  to  av'ry  snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place. 
And  try  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enlcr  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  beil. 
Twill  raise  his  saints  on  high.  ' 

3  Ke'll  give  bis  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in. all  tiieir  ways  ; 
To  watch  yo<ur  pillow  w^hiie  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  liappy  days. 

4  Their  hands  shall  bear  you,  lest  yon  fall, 

And  dash  against  the  stones: 


132  PSALM  92. 

Are  they  not  servants  nt  liis  call. 
And  sent  t'  attend  his  sons  ? 
5  Adders  and  lions  ye  shall  tread ; 
The  tempter's  wiles  defeat; 
He  that  haih  broke  the  serpent's  heaU 
Flits  bim  beneath  your  feet. 
C  "  Because  on  me  Clu-y  set  their  love, 
I'll  save  them  (saith  the  Lord) 
I'll  bear  their  joyfi:'  souls  above 
Destruction  and  the  sword. 
■5  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call ; 
In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh ; 
My  powT  shall  help  ihera  when  they  fall, 
And  raise  them  when  they  die. 
e  Those  tha'^  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 

And  endless  life  be  ^v'c." 
PSALM  92.    1st  Fart.     Long  Metre. 

A  psalm  for  the  Lord^s  day. 

1  QJ  WKET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King. 
^  To  prr.ise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing-. 
To  sliow  thy  love  by  morning  liglitj 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 

O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 

Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  1 
S  Mv  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  ble£S  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  : 

Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  • 

How  deep  thy  counsels !  How  divine ! 
4  v.iols  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  •, 

LiKe  brutes  *bey  live;  like  brutes  th«y  die ; 


PSALM  92.  183 

Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
BJeist  them  in  everlasting  death. 
D  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  prt. 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  ai-e  shed. 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worst  ep.emy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  ik>  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desird,  or  wish'd  belcw ; 

And  ev'ry  powT  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  92.    2d  Pari.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  12,  Lc. 

The  church  i$  the  garden  of  Ood. 

i  TT  ORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thieg  to  stand 
J_i  In  gardens  planted  by  thy  band ; 
let  me  within  thy  coin's  be  seen, 
L'ke  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  VKith  thine  influence  fmm  above ; 
Not  Lel>anuu,  with  all  its  ti  ees, 
Yields  &cu.h  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

S  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  niust  thrive) 
Time,  that  doih  all  things  else  impair. 
Still  makes  them  ilouriih  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruiu  of  age  iliey  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  jusi,  and  true: 
None  that  attend  Lis  gates  sIraU  find 

-   A  Ooii  yiifaiThfurl  cr  unkind. 


1 81  PSALM  93. 

PSALM  93.    Lon^?  Metre. 

The  eternal  and  sovereign  God. 

1  T  EHOVAH  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
aJ    Girded  with  majesty  and  might : 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 

Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 
S  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  ris  ■, 

And  aim  their  rage  against  the  sKies; 

Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  higb ! 

At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 
4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure ; 

Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  s\uc  ; 

And  everlasting  holiness 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  tby  grace. 

T'SALM93.  \ St.  Part.  Particular  Metre. 

1  ry^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on 

JL  high : 

His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty: 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  comniaud, 
liuilt  by  his  word,  and  'stabliaird  by  his  hand: 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  b.gan  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firjn  foundation. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King.  Thy  foes  ia  vain 
Raise  tiieir  rebellion  to  confound  thv  reign 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the 

skies:  [motion, 

Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  com - 
Hut  heav'n's  high  aicUe'?  scorn  the  jweliin^ 

ocean. 


PSALM  93.  135 

8  Ye  tempests,  rage  no  more  •,  ye  floods,  be  still; 
And  the  maa  world  submissive  to  his  will  5 
Built  on  his  truib,liis  church  must  ever  stand  j 
Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong'  feis  haad : 
See  his  owu  sons,  when  they  appear  before 

him, 
Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore  hin 

PSALM  93.  2d  Pari.  Particular  Metre 

1  rXlHE  Lord  .Tehovah  reigns, 

B  And  royal  state  maintains. 
His  head  w  ith  awful  glories  crowu'd: 

Array'd  in  robes  o*"  light, 

Begirt  with  sovVeign  might, 
Arid  rajs  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands ; 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word  : 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 

Before  the  starry  sky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noisy  cj'owd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Against  thine  eoipire  rage  and  roar 
In  vain,  with  angry  spite, 
The  surly  nations  fight, 
And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 

4  Let  foods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  : 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  tne  sky ; 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
ShsJl  beat  their  madness  down ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 
6      Thy  promises  are  true, 
Tliv  grace  is  ever  new  . 


186  PSALM  94. 

There  fix'd  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove. 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  stanza,  if  necessary. 

rSALM  94.  1st  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Ver.  1,  2,  7—14. 

Saints  chastised,  and  sinners  destroyed ;  or,  in- 
structive qfftictions. 

1  f\  GOD,  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
\J  Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud", 

Let  sov'reign  pow'r  redress  our  wrongs, 
Let  justice  smite  the  proud. 

2  They  say,  "  The  Lord  nor  sees  nor  hear?  j" 

When  will  the  fools  be  wise  ! 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  forni'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes .' 

3  He  knows  tlieir  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  shall  feel  his  pow'r ; 
His  wrath  shall  pierce  their  souls  with  pain, 

In  some  suiprising  hour. 
4'But  if  thy  saints  desen'e  rebuke. 

Thou  hast  a  gender  rod  -, 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  them  knov/  their  God. 

5  Blest  is  the  man  thy  bands  chastise, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  : 
Thv  scourt:es  make  thy  children  wise, 
When  tbey  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cast  off  his  saints, 

Nor  his  own  promise  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance, 
For  Ihcfr  Redee.ner's  ?ake. 


PSALM  94,  95.  187 

PSALM  94.   2rf  Part.    Conunon  Metre. 

Ver.  16—23. 

Ood  our  support  caui  comfort ;  or,  ddiveranct 

from  tanpiation  and  persecution. 

1  WfaO  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 
¥  f    Against  my  nuni'rous  foes  ? 

While  earth  and  bell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose. 

2  Hdd  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Sustain'd  my  fainting-  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  amongst  th3  dead. 

3  "  Alas !  my  sliding  feet,''  I  cried  ; 

Thy  promise  wts  my  prop : 
Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side } 
Thy  spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multiludes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
Thy  boundless  lave  forgives  my  faults, 

Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 
0  PowVs  of  iniquity  may  rise, 

And  frame  peinicious  laws ; 
But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies  ; 

He  will  defend  my  cause. 
6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blasphemers  scoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  sballjudge  the  prouti, 

And  cut  the  sinners  off. 

PSA.LM  93.     Comracn  Metre. 

A  psidm  before  prayer. 


S' 


And  in  hiu  strength  rejoice ; 
When  )us  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Esalled  be  aivc  voice. 


188  PSALM  95. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honour  sing : 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King  I 

3  Let  princes  hear.,  let  Jingrels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  seem, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns,  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand; 
He  fix'd  the  seas  what  hounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore , 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  5 
0  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r        e 
Be  children  of  his  grace ! 

6  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request; 
Clome,  iest  he  rouse  his  wratii,  and  swear, 
"  He  shall  not  see  my  reet." 

PSALM  95.  Short  Metre. 

A  psnhn  iefore  sermon. 

1  /^OME,  sound  his  praise  abcoad, 
\y  And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 

The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  tiie  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 

The  watVy  \^  orlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 
8      Come,  worship  at  his  throne ; 

Come,  bow  before  tlie  Lord : 
We  are  bis  works,  and  not  our  own ; 

He  fortn'd  us  by  his  Vt'ord. 


PSALM  95.  la*^ 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice. 
Nor  da»'e  pr.noke  his  rod', 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  youi'  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ep.rs  refuse 
The  langua2:e  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  srrow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  uubelievhig  race ; 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 

'•  You  th.-xt  despise  my  promis'd  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM  95.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  1,2,3,6—11. 

Canaan  lost  though  unhcUef;  or,  a  warning  to 

delaying  sin'-ttrs. 
i  /^OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
\j  A  sacred  song-  of  solemn  praise : 
God  is  a  sov'reign  Ktng\  rehccirse 
His  lionours  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Corae.  let  oi»r  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  frani'd  our  natures  wiih  his  word : 
He  is  our  shepherd ;  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  bis  jKistures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voic»  to-day ; 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  •, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  i:lagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Israel,  that  saw  his  works  of  grace. 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face ; 
A  faithless  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  saiih  tlie  Lord,  "  How  false  they  prove  ! 
Forget  my  pow'r  j  abuse  my  love : 


190  PSALM  96. 

Since  they  despise  my  rest,  I  swear 
Their  feet  shall  .lever  enter  there." 

6  [Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  relwls  dead  ; 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessinp;  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Z ion's  heav'nly  gates-, 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  rest, 
Obey  and  be  for  ever  bles.t.] 

PSALM  96.    Common  Metre. 

Ver.   1—10,  &:c. 

Chris fsji<st  and  second  coming. 

1  CJTNG  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Jj  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tone:ue  ; 

His  new  discover'd  grace  demands, 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  Almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'rthe  sinking  world  sustains. 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 
S  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  ioyfui  day, 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  -, 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  anay, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islanls  of  the  sea: 
Ye  mountain  sink,  ye  vallies  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  ^vay. 

5  Behold,  he  comes !  ht  comes  to  bless 

The  nations,  as  their  God ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 


PSALM  96.  191 

6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 
Anil  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear. 

PSALM  96.    Particular  Metre. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  T  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise,  _ 
JLj  To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise; 

To  sing  and  bless  JEHOVAH'S  name-, 
His  glo.-y  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  sho  .v, 

Aud  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  •, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  , 

Among  us  is  JEHOVAH  k^nown  : 
Our  worship  shall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made ; 

Our  Maker  is  oar  God  alone. 

3  He  frani'd  the  erlobe.  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  sinning  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light- 
His  beauties  how  divi.iely  bi^ight 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour. 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  pow'r, 

And  barbYous  nations  fecir  his  name; 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  hi-S  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 


192  PSALM  97. 

PSALM  97.    1st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  1—5. 

Christ  reigning  in  heaven  mid  coming  to  jud^ 

nient. 
1  TTE  reigns,  tlie  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns, 

JO-  Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains; 

Let  the  whok;  earth  in  songs  rejnice, 

And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 
3  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown  ! 

But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne . 

Though  gloomy  clnuos  his  ways  surround, 

Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  r-ibes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  thetombs} 
Before  him  iRsras  devouring  fire. 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  ene.n^.ics,  with  sore  dismay. 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day  •, 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM  97.    2f/  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  6—9. 
Ch}^st''s  in^m-nation. 
i  rr^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  hcav'ns  proclaim 
A.    His  birth:  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  read 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 
}  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  Vorshij)  where  the  Saviour  lies  ! 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 
3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground. 
Ami  their  own  worshippers  confound ; 

V 


PSALM  97.  193 

But  Judah  shout,  but  Zion  sing, 
And  earth  confess  her  sov'reign  King. 
PSALM  97.    3d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Grace  and  glory. 

1  nnHE  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high, 

A.    O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  :-,ll  the  sky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  leet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy  seat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  sin  and  shame  ; 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise. 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  giacc 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

PSALM  97.     Common  Metre. 
Ver.  ],  3,5—7,  11. 

Christ's  incarnation,  and  the  last  judgmtnt. 

1  XT'E  islands  of  the  northern  sea, 

X    Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  j 

His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rise ; 
The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  siailes, 
The  haughty  sinner  dies. 

3  The  heav'us  his  rightful  pow'r  priiclaim 

The  id.ol  gods  aiound, 


194  PSALM  98. 

Fir.  their  own  worshippers?  with  sliatnr, 
Antl  totter  to  I'he  ground. 

4  Adorliigf  angels,  at  bis  birth, 

Made  the  Redeemer  kno^vu  5 
Tiius  shall  be  come  to  judge  the  earth. 
And  angels  guard  bis  throne. 

5  IHs  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight, 

And  hilis  and  seas  retire; 
Jlis  rhildp,'n  take  Iheir  miknowTi  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire, 
fi  The  seeds  ot"  joy  and  glory  sown 
For  sr.in«.s  in  darkness  here, 
ShtdS  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 
PSAL1VI93.    1st.  Part.     ComtQon  Metre. 

Praise  for  the  gospd. 

i  rriO  our  Alniighiy  Maker,  God, 

i.    New  hovjurs  be  addresf, 

rii^  great  salvation  sliines  abroad, 

AiKt  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  lie  siwke  the  word  to  Ab'ram  first ; 

His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  5 
The  Geuliles  make  his  name  their  trust 
Ar.i  ie-irn  his  righteousness. 

3  L.'t  ihp  whole  parlh  hts  love  proc!aim 

With  all  her  duT":ent  tongues; 
And  spread  the  honours  of  his  naroe 
In  melody  and  song.s. 
»"^ALM  93.    2J  Part.    ComtTion  Mcti<>. 

'    The  M^isiah'i  coming  and  kingdom. 
>    "^^  07  fo  the  w-nia  !  the  Loixl  Ls  come  I 
■^>'    L«i  earth  recoi"e  her  King : 
j^v-  -^•■•ry  )>eart  prepare  him  rooKir 
^.v  ^--j:  i-'n  HJtd  nature  sing. 


PSALM  09.  iOb 

2  Joy  to  the  earth ;  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  song^s  employ ; 
While  fidds  and  floods,  rocIis,'hJils  and  plains 
llepeat  the  soundin^^  joy. 

3  No  more  l«t  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blesswgs  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  vv:)r!d  with  truth  and  gi^ce. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  Lis  love. 

PSALM  95.     istPart.    Short  Metre. 
ChrisCs  kingdom  and  majesty. 

1  rriHE  God  JEHOVAH  reigns, 

JL    Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 

Let  sinners  trembie  at  bis  throne, 

And  saints  be  hunsbie  there. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour  reigns  I 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfd'  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  irs  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divire : 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  giories  shine. 

4  How  'xily  is  his  name ! 
Kow  terrible  his  praise  ! 

.Justice  and  truth,  and  judgnjent  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

rSALM  99.     2d  Part.     Short  Metre 

A  holy  God  wonJiipped  with,  revertnce. 
1       17  XALT  the  Lord  cur  God. 
jLi  .%n<.l  wor<^h7p  ?.t  bis  tfi^l ; 


196  PSALM  lOd 

His  nature  is  afi  holiness, 
And  mercy  i?  his  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 
AVhen  Aaron  was  bis  priest, 

When  Moses  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pr»y'd, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  theu'  sins. 
Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 

Anu  oit  he  made  his  vengeance  knowTJ, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  .i^ord  our  God, 

Whose  g^race  is  still  the  same, 
Stili  he's  a  God  of  holiness-. 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM  100.    \ St  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Praise  to  our  Creator. 
A  plain  translation. 

1  "'RT'K  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice 

i  Before  the  Lord,  your  sov'reigii  King 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'Us  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  breath  and  being'  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  5 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastuies  live. 

3  Ent«>r  his  ^ates  with  songs  of  joy, 
Wiih  praises  to  his  courts  repjiir. 
And  make  it  your  divine  e.v.ploy, 

To  pay  your  thapki;  and  honours  there- 

4  The  Lord  is  good :  the  Lord  is  liind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  cDdure. 


PSALM  100,  101.  197 

PSALM  100.    2^  Part.    Long  ^etre. 
A  paraphrase. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice ; 
Jo  Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore ; 
The  northern  isles  shall  send  the  noise 
Across  the  ocean,  to  the  shore. 

2  Nations  attend  before  his  throne, 
With  solemn  fear,  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone : 
lie  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

3  His  sov'reig:n  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  ot  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  tike  wand'ring  sneep  we  stray'd, 
lie  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We'll  crowd  thy  p^tes  with  thankful  songs 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongue?, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  tiiy  love  } 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy'truth  must  Jtand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

rSALM  101.     Long  Metre. 

The  magistrate's  psalm. 
1  ■]*  TERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song  .' 
IT.lL  And  since  they  both  lo  thee  belong 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  ray  songs  and  vows  I'll  brinjj. 


To  p 


J 93  PSALM  lot. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  syord, 
I'll  take  my  counsels  f lorkj  thy  word ; 
ITiy  justice  and  thy  heav'nly 'grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

S  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside ; 
No  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me, 
Wbicli  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

4  No  sons  of  slander,  rage  and  strife, 
Shall  he  companions  of  my  life ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  shall  ne'er  abide. 

search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
posts  of  honour,  wealth  and  trust  5 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  still.] 

<i  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard. 
The  bold  offender  shan't  be  spar'd. 

*■  The  imjuous  crew,  ihat  factious  band, 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  rest, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  shall  be  suppress'd. 

PSALMIOI.    Common  Metre. 

A  psulmfor  a  master  of  a  family. 

1  £\P  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing, 
V^  An.l  pay  my  God  my  vows  5 
Tky  grace  aiid  justice,  heav'uly  Kicg, 

Teach  me  to  rule  my  house. 

2  Now  to  my  tent.  0  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  servar.r  wise ; 

ni  suffer  nothing  near  me  there 

That  shall  offend  thine  eyes. 


PSALM  102.  Vj3 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbo  ir  WTong. 

By  lalsebooil  or  by  force. 
The  scornful  eye,  ih'e  sJand'rous  tcngu'^e 
I'll  thrust  them  from  my  douri. 

4  ril  seek  the  faiihful  and  the  just, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  •, 
These  are  the  friends  that  I  shall  trust. 
The  servants  I'll  employ. 
»  The  wretch  that  deals  in  sly  deceit, 
I'll  not  endure  a  night : 
I'he  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  bate, 
And  banish  from  my  sight. 
6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 
And  make  the  wicked  Qce  ; 
So  shall  my  house  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

FSALM  102.     14  Port.     Com.  Metre 

Ver.  1  — 13,  20,£1. 

A  prayer  of  the  afflicted. 

1  TrjEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  tace. 
OL  But  answer,  lest  I  die  ; 

iiast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grac?j 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wasted  like  the  smoke 

Dissolving  iu  the  air  ; 
My  strength  is  dry"d.  my  heart  is  broke 
And  sinking  in  despair. 

3  My  spirits  flag,  tike  with'ring  gra=5 

Burnt  with  excessive  heat  -, 
la  seci-et  groans  my  mhiutes  pas5. 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  ou  some  lonely  building's  too, 

Xiie  sparrow  te'lls  favr  luoauj 


m  PSALM  102. 

Far  fiom  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope. 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 
■J  nTj'SOul  is  like  a  wilderness, 

Where  beasts  of  midnight  howl , 
There  t!ie  sad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  screaming  owl. 
6  Dark,  dismal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears 
Dwell  in  iny  troubled  breast ; 
While  sharp  reproaches  wound  rny  ears, 
Nor  give  my  spirit  rest, 
"f  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woe?. 
And  tears  are  my  rspast ; 
Mj'  daily  bread  like  ashes  grows 
Unploasant  to  my  taste. 
C  Sense  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  souls  that  feei  thy  froAvn  5 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hatli  cast  me  down. 
^  My  locKs  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 
And  life's  declining  ligiit 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  shadows  are, 
That  vanish  into  night. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arise,  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

1 2  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  mysterious  ways 
I?  edeems  the  pris'nei-s  doom'd  to  die, 
An-l  nils  their  tongues  with  praise. 


PSALM  102.  201 

PSALM  102.  2rf  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Ver.  13—21. 


L 


Prnyer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. 
ET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice ! 


Behold  the  promis'd  hour ! 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  bis  pow'r. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  buMt  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  gloi-y  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovYeign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  ey«<i :        , 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  H3  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death ; 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  y'nan't  be  caid  "that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead. 

And  left  on  long  record, 
Thfit  ages  yet  unboi-n  niay  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

PSALM  102.    23—23.     Long  Metre. 

Man's  mortalUy,  and  Christ's  eternity  ;  or,  saint* 

die,  but  Christ  and  the  church  live. 
1   XT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

A  Weakens  our  strength  amidst  the  race ; 

Disease  and  death,  at  his  command, 

Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 


£02  PSALM  103. 

2  Spare  ui,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon ; 
Tby  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  must  tliy  children  die  so  soon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  dcaih  and  grief 
This  thought  our  sorrow  slmll  asouage  , 
"  O  ir  Fatlier  and  our  Saviour  live  -, 
Christ  is  the  san'.e  througii  ev'jy  age." 

4  'Tvv&s  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  } 
Ileav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  eariii  grows  old,  these  heav'ns  shall  fade, 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 
Like  garnients  sliall  be  laid  asido ; 

But  still  thy  throntr  stands  firm  and  high  , 
Thy  church  for  ever  must  aljide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  shall  live, 
And  on  {ihy  throne  thy  children  reign- 
This  dying  world  shall  (hey  survivre. 
And  the  dead  saints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  lOS.    \st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  1—7. 
Blessing  God  for  his  goodneis  losoul  and  body. 

1  T>LESS.  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 

J>  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad  ■, 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divi.ie. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highest  prais"', 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
I3e  lost  ill  silence  and  forgot  f 


PSALM  103.  203 

3  Tis  he,  ray  soul,  tliat  seut  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  bast  done  ', 
lie  owns  tlie  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  lollies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals. 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels ; 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  life  fron.  threafning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd,  his  pow'r  repairs : 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  satisfies  our  mouth  with  good. 
And  f.lls  our  liopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  sees  tb'  oppressor  and  th'  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  suff'iers  rest; 
But  will  his  justice  more  display 

lu  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  pow'r  he  show'd  by  Moses'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Israel  his  commands ; 
But  sent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  al5  the  nations  by  his  Sou. 

8  Let  the  who'e  earth  his  pow'r  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  •, 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine.] 

PSALM  103.    lid  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Ver.  8—18. 
God's  gentle  chactisement ;  or^  his  tender  mercy 

to  his  people, 

THE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways '. 
How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace  ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  tbence  he  mikes  Uis  glories  known. 


204  PSALM  103. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  pow'r  hath  spr«ad 
The  starry  heav'ns  above  our  hsad, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  oar  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  hath  natui'e  plac'd 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  his  wrath  arise ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  tarn  ! 

5  Amidst  his  wj'ath,  compassion  shines  ; 
His  strokes  are  lighter  llian  our  sins ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  saints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  sons  chastise, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  •, 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  smart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wise  and  just. 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dust : 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impose 
Beyond  the  strength  that  he  bestows. 

8  He  knows  how  soon  cur  nature  dies, 
Blasted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  grass  we  spring,  and  die  as  soon 
As  morning  flow'rs  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  sure 

To  all  the  saints,  and  shall  endure  5 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
JNor  childrevri  children  hope  in  vain. 


PSALM  103.  203 

PSALM  103.  Ver.  1—7.  Ut  Part.  S.  M. 

Praise  for  spiritual  and  temporal  mercies. 

1  g^  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
\J  Let  ail  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongiie  to  bless  his  name, 
Who?>e  favours  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  Tis  ne  forgives  thy  sins, 
Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'XI s  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  cro\%Tis  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ransoni'd  fi"om  the  grave : 

He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 
He  gives  the  suiTVers  re^t; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  opprest. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  wa)fs 
He  made  by  Moses  known  , 

But  sent  the  world  bis  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM  103.  Ver.  8—18.  2d  Fart.  S.  M. 

Jboiindijig  compassion  of  God  ;  or^  mercy  in  the 

midst  of  judgment. 

1      IVir^  ^'^"''  ^■^P*'^'  l^'s  praise, 

XT  J.  Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Wliose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise 
So  ready  to  abate. 


20G  PSALM  103. 

2  God  wi!l  not  always  chide ; 
And  when  his  strokes  are  felJ, 

His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  ligliter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  lar  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  subdues  our  sins; 
And  his  forgivi-ng  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  tlie  west, 
JDotJi  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pify  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  bis  nanae. 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dust. 
Scafter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 

His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r ; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 
«      But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  •, 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 
PSALM  103.  Ver.  ]9— 22.  3d  Pari.  S.  M. 

fiod'i  univcnal  dominion ;  or,  angels  praise  the 

Lord. 
i      rr^HE  Lord,  the  sovVeign  King, 
X    Hath  fixM  his  throne  on  hj^fi ; 


PSALM  lO-L  207 

o'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  be  rul«s, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  mig-ht, 
And  swift  to  do  his  will, 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  Lear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  lite  bright  hosts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King-, 

And  guard  his  churrhcs  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  tut.-y  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  Wjrks 
Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 
Their  Maker's  glory, "thou,  my  son>; 
Shall  sing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM  104..    Long  Metre. 

7^ke  gi^r'j  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 
I   TVf^ Y  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise ; 
JLtJ.  Wheu  cloth'd  in  his  celestial  rays. 
He  in  f"<l  majesty  appeaas, 
And,  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 

{Note.     This  psalm  tuny  be  sung  to  a  different 
netre,  by  adding  the/o/louing  tvio  line*  to  every 

;    stanza,  viz. 
Great  is  the  Lord  ;  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honou'-  to  his  name  ? 

0  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtain  spread ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed ; 
C'ouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  storms  across  the  sUies. 

r>  Angds,  whom  his  own  breatii  insjiires, 
llis  ministers  are  flp.ming  fires  ; 
And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  moTe 
To  ber.r  his  vengf  ai^ce  p.-  his  lovp. 


208  PSALM  104. 

4    The  woi-id»s  foundations  by  ffis  kand 
Are  pois'd,and  shall  for  ever  stand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

3    When  earth  was  cover\l  with  the  flood, 
Which  hi<Th  above  thp  n^ountains  stood, 
He  thunder'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  api^inted  bed. 

6  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  coMvey'd  by  secret  veins, 

They  spring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  crystal  fountains  flow. 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go ; 
Tame  Leifers  there  their  thirst  allay. 
And  for  the  stream  wild  asses  braj . 

8  From  pleasant  trees  which  shade  the  brink. 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  •, 

Their  songs  the  lark  and  linnet  raise, 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 

PAUSE  I. 

9  God.  from  his  cloudy  cistern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  show'rs  ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  blessings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grassy  food  arise, 
Ai'd  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  pow'r, 
To  nourish  nature,  or  (o  cure. 

11  What  noble  fruits  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  an  useful  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
With  inward  juv  our  face^■  sliine. 


PSALM  104.  209 

12  0  bless  his  name,  ye  people,  fed 
With  nature's  cJiief  supporter,  brepd. 
Wlij^;  bread  your  vital  strength  imparts. 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  yjva  hearts. 

PAUSE  II. 

IS  Behold  the  stately  cedar  stand?, 
Rais'd  in  the  forest  by  his  hands ; 
Binls  to  the  boughs  for  shelter  fly. 
And  build  their  nests  secure  nn  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  ascends  the  goat: 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatuies  make  their  eel! ; 
He  gives  them  wisdora  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  sets  the  sun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  when  thick  darkness  veils  the  daj', 
Calls  out  wild  beasts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  fibroad, 
And  roaring,  ask  their  meat  from  God  ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arise, 
The  savage  beast  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  *, 
The  niffht  was  made  for  his  repose  : 
Sleep  V.  thy  gift,  that  sweet  relief. 
Flora  tiresome  toil  and  wasting  grlrf. 

18  How  sfauge  thy  work  '  how  great  th)-  skilL 
And  evVy  land  "thy  liches  fill : 

Thy  V.  isdom  round  the  world  we  see, 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  less  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fish  iu  millions  swim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions  swift  or  slew, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  Tilths  below. 


210  PSALM   10-t. 

20  Tliere  sWps  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocKs  of  si-aly  monsters  play ; 
There  dwells  the  hu^e  leviathan, 
And  foams  and  sports  in  spite  of  man. 

PAUSE  III. 

21  Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord ! 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stand, 
AVaiting  theij,  portion  fioni  thy  hand. 
23  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  ; 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms. 
Rejoice  nnd  praise  in  niff'renl  forms. 

23  But  wheji  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying,  to  their  dust  return ; 
Both  man  and  beast  their  souls  resign  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  spirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  Ihou  can^t  breathe  on  dust  again. 
And  fill  the  world  v;:tli  beasts  and  men ; 
A  v/ord  uf  thy  creating  breath 
Repuirs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death 

26  HLs  works,  the  wonder  of  his  mig^hf. 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight ; 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  '. 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  h.s  praise. 

26  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  ihe  mountains  smoke ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  sot^eign  gi'ace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopts  and  wishes  meet. 
And  make  ray  meUitations  sweet ; 
Thy  praises  shall  my  brer.th  employ, 
Till  it  expires  in  endless  joy. 


PSALM  103.  211 

28  While  haughty  sinners  die  accui'St, 
Their  glory  bury'd  in  the  dusf, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heavenly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  sing. 

PSALM  105.    Abridged.    Com.  Metre. 
God's  conduct  to  Israel,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
\Jk   And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fsme, 

That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant,  \vhich  he  kept  in  roiud  _ 

For  num'rous  ages  past, 
To  num'rous  ages,  yet  behind. 
In  equal  force  shall  last. 
5  He  sware  to  Ab'ram  and  his  seed, 
And  made  the  blessings  sure  5 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  '>  Thy  seed  shall  make  aH  nations  blest," 

(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  land  shall  be  their  rest, 
The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rk'h  the  grace ; 

To  give  them  Canawin's  land, 
When  fhey  were  strangers  in  the  place, 
A  little  feeble  band ! 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securelv  they  remov'd ; 
And  haughty  kings,  that  on  there  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  aiid  mine  arm 

Shall  WOQ  revenge  the  wrong  ; 


212  PSALM  106. 

The  man  that  does  my  prophets  huva, 
Shall  know  tl;eir  God  is  strong.'* 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear: 
Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Ahnighty's  care.J 

PAUSE  I. 

9  When  Pharaoh  darVl  'o  vox  the  sainta, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 

Arra'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  call'd  for  darkness*,  darkness  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelniing  flood; 
lie  turn'd  each  lalte  and  ev'ry  stream 
To  lakes  and  streams  of  blood. 

1 1  lis  gave  the  sign,  and  noisome  flies 

Through  tlie  whole  country  spread  5 
And  f J  ogs,  in  croaking  armies,  rise 

About  the  monarch's  bed. 
t2  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palacps, 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew; 
Locusts  in  swarms  devourM  their  trees, 

And  hail  their  cattle  slew. 

1 3  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  stroke, 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died  ; 
The  strength  of  ev'ry  house  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  ihair  pride. 

14  Xow  let  the  ;\or!d  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  chunh  in  fear*. 
Israel  must  I've  through  ev'ry  age. 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  rare. 
PAUSE  II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought} 

And  left  the  haled  ground  i 


PSALM  106.  ^13 

Each  ■ome  Egyptian  spoils  had  got. 
Antl  not  one'feeble  fuund. 

16  The  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way, 

And  marli'd  their  journies  right ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirst ;  an^  waters  from  the  rock  . 

In  rich  abuadauce  flow ; 
Ani  fol'-owing  still  the  course  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  desert  through. 
16  O  wondrous  streaiii!  0  blessed  tj'pe 
Of  everflowing  grace ! 
So  Christ  our  rock  mai.ntaius  our  afe  ] 
Through  all  this  wiltlerness. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  possess'd 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  prorais'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  rest. 

20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

The  ch'irch  renounce  her  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  lOG.     V«r.  1— 5.    LongMetie 

Praise  to  God  ;  or,  commwdon  with  saints. 

1  rpO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  bless'd, 

JL    Let  songs  of  hoHOur  be  address'd ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands ; 
Give  blm  the  thanks  bis  love  demands. 

2  Who  k.)ows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  f 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise  ? 
Blast  are  the  souls  thai  fear  thee  stiil, 
A..d  pay  their  duly  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
for  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed ,  \ 


;H  PSAEM  106. 

And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 
[  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  tlieir  triumphs  with  my  voice  1 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
JoIuM  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee." 

PSALM  lOfi.    Short  Metre. 
Ver.  7,  8,  J2—H,  43—481, 
Jsrofil  punished  and  pardoned ;  or,  Qod't  un- 
changeable love, 
GOD  of  eternal  love, 
How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  iiow  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace  ? 
2      They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praise  they  sung  •, 
But  soon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

5  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

Now,  with  their  lusts  provoke  the  Lord, 

And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 
i      Yet  when  they  ntiourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans: 
Urought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughtl, 

And  call'd  them  still  his  sons. 

6  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  sav'd  them  from  their  foes ; 

Oft  he  chastis'd,  but  ne'er  forsook 

The  people  that  he  chose, 
e      Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race ; 
And  christians  join  the  solemn  word, 

Amen,  to  all  the  praise. 


PSALM  107.  215 

PSALM  107.    UtPart.    Long  Metre. 
Israd  led  to  Canaan,  and  Christians  to  heaven. 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God  :  he  rei^s  above ; 
VJf  Rind  are  liis  thoughts,  his  name  is  love 
His  mercy,  ages  past  have  known, 

Aad  ages  long  to  conie  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 
Israel,  the  nalion  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  desert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  solitary  ground ! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  a  iixM  abode  •, 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  assuage 
Their  burning  thirst,  or  hunger's  rage.] 
3  In  their  distress,  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'riug  round ; 
'Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  giound. 

6  Thus  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin's  old  yoke,  and  sataji's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  pass, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray  - 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'dul  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land.  J 

3  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodn^  of  the  Lord  . 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


216  P&ALM107. 

PSALM  107.    2d  FaH.    Long  Mtivt 
Correction  for  sin-,  and  release  by  prayer. 

1  "ITIROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  nnme  ; 

Jr    God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same  • 
He  fills  the  hungry  soul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  il  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rise 
Against  the  God  that  rules  the  skies; 
Ifthey  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord ; 

3  He'll  V)ring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  shall  be  found  : 

Laden  with  grief,  they  waste  their  breath. 
In  darkness,  and  the  shades  of  death. 
i  Thou  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries  ; 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arise, 
And  scatters  all  that  dismal  shade 
That  hung  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brass  in  two, 

And  'ets  the  smiling  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab' ring  soul  relief. 

6  0  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  .  now  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 
PSALM  107    3(.'  Purl.  Long  Metre. 

Inltntperance  punished  atul  pardoned  ;  or,  a 

psalm  for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 
"irr  AIN  man,  on  foolish  pleasures  bent, 
\      Prepares  for  his  own  punishment : 
What  pains,  what  loathsome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  lust  arise  ! 


PSALM  107.  217 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waste, 

Yet  drowns  his  het^lth  to  pjease  his  taste ; 
Till  al\  bis  active  pow'rs  are  lost, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  dust. 

3  The  glutton  groans  and  loathes  to  sat, 
His  sou!  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprest, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  sinners  fly, 
To  God  for  help,  with  earnest  cry ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  saves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cine  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  so  easy,  or  so  sure  ; 
The  deadly  sentence  God  repeals : 

He  sends  his  sov'reign  word,  and  heals. 
B  0  may  the  sons  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  1 
Aud  let  their  thankful  off'rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  107.    4th  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  storvu  and  shipwreck  ;  or^  the 

ssamoTi'i  song. 

1  "IXrOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

T  »     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners,  aud  trace 
The  unknown  regions  (tf  the  seas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favour  of  the  wind ; 
Till  G.iil  commands,  and  tempests  rise, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies 

5  New  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  ; 
Now  sink  to  dreadful  deeps  again ; 


218  rSALM  107. 

What  strange  affrights  young  sailors  fesl, 
And  like  a  staggVing  drunkard  reel  I 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ; 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage^ 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage ; 
>Tis  calm  ;  and  sailors  smile  to  see 
The  haven  where  the>  wish'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  . 
Let  them  their  private  off 'rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 
PSALM  107.   Common  Metre. 

The  mariner^  psalm. 

1  rriHY  works  of  glon,-.  mighty  Lord, 

X.    Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 

The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 

Who  trade  in  floating  ships. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 

And  swell  the  tow'ring  waves-, 
The  men,  astonish'd,  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 
8  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  •, 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 
'I  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempest  roar, 
They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  •, 
And  hope>ss  of  the  distant  shore, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 
A  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 
He  hears  their  loud  request. 


PSALM  107.  219 

And  ordfers  silence  through  the  sktcs, 
And  laj's  the  floods  to  rest. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  k-se  tbch'  fears, 

And  see  the  £torm  allay'd  5 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land: 

Let  stupid  mortals  know 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  0  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  1 
And  those  who  see  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSALM  107.    last  Part.    Long  Metre. 

ColoiWi  planted ;  ovy  natioru  blest  and  pi^nUhed. 

A  Psalm  for  New-England. 

1  TTfTHEN  God,  provok'd  by  daring  crimes, 

\jI    Scourges  the  madness  of  the  times. 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  sand, 
And  drives  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raise  the  springs  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  show'ry  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  harvests  in  the  desert  rise. 

8  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beasts  of  prey  . 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  th'  opprest  and  poor  I'epair, 
And  build  them  towns  and  civies  there. 

4  They  sow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
'  Whose  yearly  fruits  supply  their  want : 


220  PSALM  109. 

Their  race  grows  up  from  iruitful  stoclu, 
Their  wealth  increases  with  theii-  floch*. 

5  Thtis  they  are  olest;  but  if  they  sir., 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in ; 

A  savage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  sons,  expos'd  to  scorn. 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn; 
The  country  lies  jnfenc'd,  untili'd, 
And  desolation  spreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Ag'ain  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

£  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  sense, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence ; 
And  tongues  of  atheists  shall  no  more 
Blaspheme  the  God  th?t  saints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
These  wondrous  dealings  oi  the  Lord' 
But  wise  observers  still  shall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  kind. 

rSALM  109.  1—5,  31.  Common  Metre 

Love  to  enemies,  from  the  example  of  Christ. 

1  d^  00  ot  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 
VT  Thy  glory  is  my  song-, 

Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace. 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found. 
With  cruel  slaiders,  false  and  vain, 
They  compaos'd  him  around. 

3  Their  misVies  his  compassion  move, 

Their  peace  he  still  pursu'd ; 


PSALM  110.  241 

ITiey  render  hatred  for  hia  love< 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rasf'd  without  a  cause; 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath., 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 
And  bless'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  mine  eyes  r 
Give  me  a  soul  akin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  shall  on  ray  side  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviom  's  name 
I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  slander  and  condemn. 

PSALM  110.     ]st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  sxalted,  and  multitudes  converted  ;  or,  tht 
success  of  the  gospel. 

1  rpHUS  the  eternal  Father  spake, 

X    To  Christ  the  Son,  "  Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  band,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  sub n^issive  ai  thy  feet. 

2  From  Zion  shali  thy  \\  ird  proceed  ; 
Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great. 
When  saints  shall  fiock  with  willing  n.irds, 
And  sir.ners  crowd  thy  temple  g^te, 
Where  holiness  in  Leauiy  shines." 

4  O  blessed  pow'r  i  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  vic'trj  sIhiU  ensue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  cbf  y, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 


222  PSALM  110. 

PSALM  110.    MPart.  Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  and  priesthood  of  Christ. 

1  fTlKUS  tbe  great  Lord  of  earth  and  sea 

X    Spake  tr>  his  Son,  ond  thus  he  swore ; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  Aaron  and  all  his  sons  must  die, 
But  everlasting  life  is  thine, 

To  save  for  ever  those  that  fly 
For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  By  me  Melchizedek  was  made 

On  earth,  a  king  and  priest  at  once ; 
And  thou,  my  hcav'nly  Priest,  shalt  plead 
And  thou,  my  King,  shalt  rule  my  sons." 

4  Jesus  the  priest  ascends  bis  throne, 
While  counsels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  success. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  shall  sp-ead, 
And  crush  the  powVs  that  dare  rebel; 
Then  shall  he  judge  the  rising  dead. 

And  send  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Though  wliile  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 
The  suflf  rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM  110.    Common  Metre. 

Christ^s  kingdom  and  priesthood. 

1  1  ESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
*1    And  near  tby  Father  sit ; 

In  Zion  shall  thy  powV  be  known, 
And  maVe  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 
'    Tby  converts  «h«dl  surpass 


PSALM  HI.  ^25 

The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  oAvn  thy  sov'reign  g'-ace. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore ; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  Melchizedek,  that  wondrous  priest, 

That  king  of  high  degree, 
That  holy  man,  who  AbVam  blest, 
Was  but  a  type  of  thee.'' 

5  Jesus  our  priest  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jesus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

6  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 
Shall  strike  the  pawYs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 
PSALM  111.  \st  Part.  Common  Metre, 

The  wisdom  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  OONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
O  To  my  Almighty  G.od  -, 

He  has  my  heart,  and  be  my  tongue. 
To  spread  bis  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought '. 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
Good  men  in  evVy  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 
S  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 
How  wise  th'  eternal  Mind ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
That  his  first  thoughls  designW. 
4  "tVhen  he  redeem'd  his  chosen  sons, 
He  fix'd  his  covenant  sure  : 


224  PSALM  111,  112. 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  lime,  and  eavth  and  skies, 

Thy  heav'iily  skill  proclaim  ; 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name .' 

6  Te  fear  thy  powV,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill  •, 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
That  best  obeys  thy  will. 
PSALM  111.  '2./  Part.    Common  Metre, 

Tke  perfections  of  God. 

1  /^  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
\JI'  Demand  our  noblest  songs  : 

Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food; 

A.id,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  cov'nant  sure  ; 

Holy  and  revVend  is  his  name, 

His  wajs  are  just  and  f.ure. 

4  They  that  would  ^-row  divinely  wise, 

Must  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  laires*  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating^  ev'rj'  sin. 
PSALM  112.    Farlkular  Metre. 

The  hkssings  of  the  liberal  man- 
1  rpHAT  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 
X    Of  God,  and  loves  his  s.acred  law : 
His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renown'U  ; 


PSALM  Its,  226 

His  house  the  seat  of  wealth  shall  be, 
All  inexhausted  treasury, 

And  with  successive  honours  crownii. 
"2  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 
To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  £i:en'rous  pity  fills  his  mind : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  sa'^cs  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands  while  they  his  alms  bestow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow'd : 

The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  o*"  blessings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust. 

4  Beset  with  Ihreat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  shall  be  maintain  his  ground  ) 

His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up 
The  soul  that's  llU'd  witli  virtue's  light, 
Shines  'irighiest  in  affliction's  highf, 

And  sees  in  darkness  beanij  of  hope. 

PAUSE. 

5  [III  tidings  never  can  surprise 
Uis  heartj^that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Thougn  waves  and  tempests  roar  around  •. 
Safe  on  a  roc^,  be  sits,  and  sees, 
The  shipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drcwn'd 

6  The  wicked  shall  his  triumph  see, 
And  gnash  their  teeth  hi  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  cross'd ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride,  and  spite, 
jjink  down  to  everlarting  night ; 

And  all  their  names  in  darknws  !utt  | 
P 


22G  PSALM  112. 

PSALM  112.    LongMeUc. 

TtiC  blessirtgi  of  the  piotu  and  charitdhU. 

1  fTlIIKICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
.L   Loves  his  commands,  and  trusts  his  word', 
1  lonour  an4  peace  his  daj's  attend, 
And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 

1  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  raind, 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclin'd ; 
lie  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

'j  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  spread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
Ills  heart  is  arm'd  against  the  fear, 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  soul,  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  j 
Amidst  the  darkness  fight  shall  rise, 
To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  his  eyes. 

6  Re  hath  dispers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  stiJ  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
While  envioas  sinsers  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM  112.    Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rervardcu. 
1  TTAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
li  And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
As  phy  dwells  within  his  breast, 

To  all  the  sons  of  need ; 
S<.>  God  shall  answer  his  request 
Wilb  blessings  on  his  seed. 


PSALM  113. 

8  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 
His  well  establish'd  miud  ; 
His  soul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  la  times  of  general  distresis, 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
Jo  show  the  world  bis  righteousness. 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  "the  Lord ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  he  his  sure  reward. 

PSALM  113.    Particular  Metre. 

The  majesty  and  condescension  of  God. 

1  "XTE  that  deli|,ht  to  sei-ve  the  Lord, 

X    The  honours  of  his  name  record, 

H'S  sacred  name  for  ever  bless  : 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams,  or  setting  rays, 
Let  lands  and  seas  his  pow'r  confess. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height : 
Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compaie, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might ! 

3  He  boTvs  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angeis  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  u.ortal  things 
Hib  sov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  froi»>  the  door. 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 


^23  PSALM  113. 

1  When  childless  families  despai';, 
He  sends  the  blessing  of  an  heir, 

To  lescue  their  exph'ing  name : 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice. 
Proclaims  his  praises  and  her  joys  : 

Let  ev^ry  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM  113.    Long  Metre. 

God  sovereign  and  gracious. 

1  XTE  servants  of  th'  almighty  King, 

J[  In  ev'iy  age  his  praises  fing; 
AVhere'er  the  sun  shall  rise  or  set, 
The  nations  shall  his  praise  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  bevond  the  skr, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty ; 
J'jr  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  restrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

S  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
Irlis  glories,  how  divinely  bright. 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love ;  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above,  and  angels  do : 
And  condescends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  hiim'jle  poor  5 
Gives  them  the  honour  r^f  his  sons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

t)  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  house  rejoice 
Though  Sarah's  nniety  years  were  past, 
The  promis'd  seed  is  born  at  last. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  son, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  \ 


PSALM  il4,  115  22^> 

Faith  may  grow  strong  w-hen  sense  despair? 
If  nature  fails,  the  promise  bears.] 

PSALM  114.    Long  Metre. 

Miracles  attending  IsratPs  jowney. 

1  ITTHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand 

f  T    Left  the  proud  tyrant,  and  his  land, 
The  :«-il>es  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne, 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  ihem  way  : 
Jordan  beheld  their  mar'^b,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  bead. 

3  The  mountains  shook  lik»^  frighted  sheep 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  base  could  stand. 
Conscious  of  sov'reign  pow'r  at  hund. 

4  Whart  powV  could  make  the  deep  divitle 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  Lis  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills .' 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels ." 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Israel :  see  him  here  1 
Tremble  ihou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  tlnnders,  and  all  nature  mourns ; 
The  rock  to  standing  pools  he  turns  : 
Flints  spring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
Aad  fiics  and  seas  confess  the  Lord. 

PSALM  115.     Long  Metre 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  idolati-y  reproicii 
I  TVr  OT  to  ourselTcs,  who  are  bui  dust, 
1 1    Not  CO  ourbelvt's  fs  glory  ttUe, 


230  PSALM  115. 

Eternal  God,  thou  only  just, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wise  and  true. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  tbv  dreadful  name ; 
Why  shouW  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Insult  us,  and  to  raise  our  shame, 

Sav,  «  Where's  the  God    you've  serv'd  so 
•  long.'" 

■n . 

3  The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  tbron«"T' 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  donej 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  cur  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  senseless  shapes  of  stone  and  wood  ; 
At  best,  a  mass  of  glitfring  ore, 
A  silver  saint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  their  head  j 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  bUnd : 

In  vain  are  co?Uy  ofi"rings  made. 
And  vows  are  scatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  save  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  tc  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Israel,  make  th«  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  ref  jge,  and  thy  rest : 
The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  ble£S  the  people  and  the  priest. 

3  The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise. 
They  dwell  in  silence  in  the  grave : 
But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grac^. 
Ami  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  save. 


PSALM  115.  i'.Sl 

PSALM  115.    Particular  Metre. 

Popish  iitJ.ati'y  rtprovtd. 

1  T^OT  lo  our  names,  thou  only  Just  and  tru?, 
iM  Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  rtufe  . 
Thy  powY  and  ^are,  thy  truth  and  juslitv 

claim 
In\mortal  honours  to  (by  sov'rc:gn  name. 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  blest 

abode,  [Godl" 

Nor  let  the  heathen  say,  "  And  whereas  yoat 

2  Heav'n  is  thy  higher  court,  there  stands  tby 

throne,  [done. 

And  through   the   lower  worlds  thy  will  is 
Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  these  beav'ns 
he  spread,  [made  •. 

But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  hnve 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  be- 
hold 
Their  silver  saviours,  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

S  [  Vabi  are  those  artful  shapes  of  eyes  and  ear-s  ; 
The  molten  image  neither  sees  nor  hears : 
Thoir  hands  are  helpless,  nor  their  feet  can 

move }  [nor  love : 

They  have  no  speech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'r, 
Yet  sottish  mortals,   make  their  long  com 

plaints 
To  tneir  deaf  idols,  and  their  moveless  saint-, 

i  The  r4ch  have  statutes  well  adorn "U  wiih 
gold  ;  lfiit)nt<  1 . 

The    poor,    content    with    gods    of    eoarsn 
Wilh  tools  of  iron  carve  the  senseless  stock 
l.n-jA  frwn  a  tree,  or  hrelien  fniin  axocU  : 


232  PSALM  116 

People  and  priests  drive  on  the  solemn  trade, 
And  trust  the  gods  that  saws  and  hara'iitrs 
made.] 

>  lie  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tishard  to  say, 
Which  is  more  stupid,  or  their  g^di,  or  Ibey 
O  lii'ael,  trust  the  Lord  !  he  hears  and  sees, 
He  knows  tby  sorrows,  and  restores  thj-  peace  , 
Hi?  worship  does  a  thousand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heav'uly  shield. 

^  In  God  we  trust;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  min,  and  oppose  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  damness  bad  cloo'd  our 

days. 
Arid  death  and  silence  had  forbid  his  praise 
But  we  are  sav'd,  and  live :  let  songs  arise. 
And  Zion  bless  the  God  that  budt  the  skies. 

i'?:\LM  116.     \st  Part.    Com.  Rletre. 
Recovery  from  sickntss. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord  ;  be  heard  ray  cries. 
And  ptty'd  ev'i  y  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  Ure,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 
2  I  love  the  Lord  ;  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

AikI  chas'd  my  griefs  away : 
'  0  let  iiiv  lieart  no  more  despair, 
\Yhi\L'  1  have  breath  to  p»a>  1 
.',  !\;y  tiesh  declin'd,  my  spirits  fell, 
Aiid  1  drew  near  the  dead  ; 
VV'tinc  inward  pangs,  and  fears  ol  hell, 
ivrplexM  my  wakelul  head. 
4  '•'  Mv  God,  1  cry'fi.  thy  servant  save 
rhi'i  .'ver  {{ooii  Hud  .ru^i-- 


PSALM  UG.  233 

Thy  pow'r  can  rescuie  from  the  grave, 
Thy  pi>w'r,  is  all  my  trust." 
b  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distrestj 
He  bid  my  pains  remove : 
Ueturn,  ray  "soul,  to  God,  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hp.st  k;io\vn  his  love. 
6  My  God  hath  sav'd  my  soul  from  death, 
And  dry'd  my  falUng  tears ;  •    • 

Now  to  his  praise  I'll  sjiend  my  breath, 
And  uiv  remaining  years. 
FSALMlIG.  2d  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Ver.  12,  &LC. 

Foios,  made  in  Irouh/e,  paid  in  the  church;  or, 
public  thnnks  for  private  deliverance. 

1  TTTHAT  shall  1  render  to  my  God 

f  ¥     For  all  his  kindness  shoA-n  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
■My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  off'rings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shdl  niy  7,ea!  perform  the  vows 
My  soil  in  anguish  made. 

3  Hew  much  is  mer^y  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God ! 
How  cear  tby  servanu  in  thy  sigkt ; 
liov  precious  is  their  blood ! 

4  How  lappy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

HoV  greM  thv  grace  to  me  ! 
My  lift,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care- 

Lore,  I  devote  to  thee. 
■':•  Now  I  ani  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  mv  purpose  move ;       ,   . 
Thv  band  hatli  lo.is'd  my  bonds 'df  pain, 

Ard  I'.r.und  tn^*  withthy  love. 


S34  PSALM  117. 

6  Here  in  tby  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  heai'  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

PSALM  1 17.    Common  Metre. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  i^  ALL  ye  r,<it2ons,  preuss  the  Lord, 
KJ  Each  with  a  diff'rent  tongut: 
In  ev'rj-  buguag-e  learn  bis  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  tliroo^h  ev'ry  land) 

Proclaim  his  ^race  abroEKl ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand ; 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM  117.    Long  Metre. 

1  Tj^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  Uie  sUes, 
JC    Let  tlie  Creator's  praise  arise ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sungf 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue 

2  Eternal  are  tby  mercies.  Lord ; 
Eleroal  truth  attends  thy  word : 

Tliy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  mors. 

PSALM   117.    Short  Metre. 

1  rriHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL    Shall  sound  thro'  distant  laads; 
Great  ij  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  wort ' 
Tby  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'uing  shade 
glwll  be  tixcbang'd  no  more. 


rSALM  118.  235 

PSALM  118.    istPari.    Com,  Metre. 
Vcr.  6—15. 

Delivtrance  from  a  tumult. 
i  rnHE  Lord  appears  m J' helper  now, 
X    Nor  is  my  faith  al'raid 
Of  what  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  beav'n  affords  Us  aid. 

2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  liave  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  ki  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees  my  foes  beset  me  round, 

A  large  and  angrj*  swarm ; 
But  I  shall  ail  their  rage  confoimd 
By  lliine  .'\Jn\ighty  arm. 

4  ' Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong^, 

lii  him  mv  lips  rejoice ; 
While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 
Hou'  cheerful  is  my  voice  1 

5  Like  angi-v  bees  they  girt  me  round; 

When  Cicd  appears,  they  fly: 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  sound, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

6  Jov  to  the  saints,  and  peace  belongs; 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  ; 
Let  Israel  tune  immortal  songs 
To  bis  Almighty  grace. 
FSALM118.   "ZdPart.  Common  Metre. 
Ver.  17—21. 
PMit  praise  for  dtHverance  from  dtath. 
I   T   ORD,  thou  ha«t  heard  thy  "servant  cry, 
M~A  And  rescu'd  from  the  grave ; 
jN:.vv  shall  he  live !  and  noD€  can  die, 
If  tiod  rewoUe  to  sav*. 


236  PSALM  118. 

2  Thy  prfiise,  more  constant  than  before; 

Shall  fill  hib  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chastis'd  him  sore 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

3  Open  tJie  gates  of  Z'ton  now, 

For  we  shall  worship  there ; 
The  house  where  all  the  righteous  go. 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Amongst  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints 

Our  ti/inkfu!  voice  we  raise  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  speak  thy  praise. 

PSALM  118.    Sd  Pari.    Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  22,  23. 

Chist  the  Joundation  of  his  church. 

1  TJEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone 
XJ  VVhidi  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear. 

And  saints  adore  the  name; 
They  ti-ust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  sutler  shame. 

3  Tlie  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  Hock,  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  en\'y  rage  in  vain. 

i  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  wUliStpo^' 
Yet  must  this  building  rise ;  '   :  '     * 

'Tis  thine  own  work,  almie+tiy  Gad,"      "  ^ 
And  vv6mJfT3U!f  !ti  our  evt'E.'    '      ' 


'  PSALM  118.  237 

PSALM  118.    UhPart.    Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  24—26. 
Homnna  ,•  tht  Lord's  day ;  or,  ChrisCs  ruwr- 

rection  and  our  salvation. 
rxiHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,.     ' 
X    He  calls  the  "hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 
:  To-daj  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
.  Hosanra  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord.-,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
.  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
With  messages  of  grace  -, 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  cur  sinful  race. 
I  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heaVns  in  which  he  reigns, 

Shall  give  him  nobler  praise.  i  '  ' 

PSALM  118.    22—27.    Short  Metre.: 

dn  kosanna  for  the  Lords  day  ;  or,  anew  s«ng 
of  salvation  by  Christ. 

SEE  what  a  living  stone 
The  builders  did  refuse ; 
Tet  God  hath  built  his  cbuixh  thereon, 
In  si)ite  of  envio'.is  Jews. 
:      The  soriLie  and  angry  piiest 
Keject  thine  only  Son  j 


238  PSALM  118. 

Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner  stone. 

3  The  work,  0  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 

This  day  declares  it  aii  divine. 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  g^loiious  day 
That  our  Redeemer  made  \ 

Let  us  rejoice,  suid  sing,  and  pray  ; 
Let  all' the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 

Bless  him,  ye  sainis ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thine  holy  word. 
Which  all  tliis  grace  displays  ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

PSALM  113.    22—27.    Long  Mctrp:^ 

An  hosayma  for  the  Lord^s  day  ;  or,  a  nexu  $ong 
of  Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  X   0  !  what  a  glorious  corner  stone 
M-J  The  Jev/ish  builders  did  refuse ; 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  ol  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  I  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 
Sinners  rejoice,  and  saints  be  glad  . 
Hosanna,  let  his  name  be  blest ! 

A  thousand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest ' 


PSALM  119.  239 

4  Iq  God's  own  name  be  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race ; 
Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  songs  of  pi-aise. 

PSALM  119. 

I  have  collected  and  disposed  the  most  useful 
verses  of  this  Psalm  under  eighteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  Divine  Song  upon  each  ol 
them.  But  the  verses  are  much  transposed  to 
attain  some  degree  of  connection. 

In  gome  places,  among  the  words,  law,  com- 
nxands,  judgvients,  testimonies,  I  have  used  gos- 
pel, reord,  grace,  truth,  promises,  kc.  as  more 
agreeable  to  the  New  Testament,  and  the  com- 
mon language  of  Christiaus,  and  it  eijually  an- 
swers the  design  of  the  Psalmist,  which  was  to 
recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

PSALM  119.  Isl  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  blessedness  of  saints,  and  misery  of  sinnen. 

Ver.  1,  2,  S. 

1  TJLEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  liecrt, 
Xt  Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
p.Tio  never  from  thy  law  depart. 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  sin. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practise  thy  commands  ■, 
With  their  w  hole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  ptace  who  love  thy  law  ; 

Eow  firm  their  souls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 


240  rSALM  119. 

Ver.  6. 
4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inw!»rd  joy. 
And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 
Ver.  21,  118. 
6  But  haughty  sinners  God  will  hate  : 
The  proud  shall  die  accurst  ■, 
The  sons  of  falsehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dust. 
Ver.  119,  155. 
6  Vile  as  the  dross  the  wicked  are  . 
And  those  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  See  salvation  from  atar, 
But  never  taste  thy  grace. 

PSALM  119.     2d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Secret  devotion  and  spiritual  mindedness  ;  or, 

constant  converse  with  God. 

Ver.  147,  55. 

1  fTIO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

A    Ky  iS'racious  God,  I  jiray ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace  ; 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up ; 
And  while  salvation  Umg  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 
Ver.  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  handj 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Kepeafed  praise  from  rae. 


PSALM  119.  -i! 

Ver.  b2. 
4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  ihe  sk:(??. 
I  call  tby  works  to  mind  ; 
Mv  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 
PSALM  119.   3d  Part.    Common  TJetr 
Piofcssio'is  of  dnrxi-ity,  repiniaact^  and  olt- 
dience. 
Ver.  57,  CO. 

1  fT%  HOU  art  my  portion,  O  r.iy  Goti . 

X    Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  hpRrt  makes  Iiaste  t'  obey  tby  ^vovcK 
Ar.il  suflVi-s  no  delay. 

Ver.  SO,  14. 

2  I  choose  the  patli  of  heav'oly  inul.. 

And  jjlory  in  ray  choice ; 

Not  all'tiie  riches  of  llie  earth 

Could  make  nie  .so  rejoice. 

3  The  tesliinonics  of  thy  grace, 

I  set  before  mine  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 

4  If  oKcx;  I  wander  from  thy  pnih, 

I  ihiuk  upon  my  ways  ;' 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  command  i 
And  tiust  thy  pardoning  grace. 
Ver.  94,  114. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  save  thy  servant,  Lord  ! 
Tbou  art  my  shield,  ray  hiding  p!ac.=, 
My  liope  is  in  thv  word. 
■   Q 


24'i  PSALM  119. 

Ver.  112. 
t»  Thou  hast  iiicliri'd  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  statutes  lo  fulfil ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end 
Wauld  I  perform  thy  will. 

P3ALM  119.    AthPurt.   Long  Metn 
Instruct  ion  from  scripture, 
Ver.  9.  ^ 

J    O  OW  .sli&ll  the  yoiiiif^  secure  their  hearts 
arl.  And  guard  their  lives  from  siu  ? 
Thy  word  the  (hoi<:c.;t  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  tlie  conscii'iicc  clean. 
\v.:  ISO. 
2  Wl:en  oi*e  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad.. 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  fiO'l, 
And  raise  their  thouglits  to  >Jm\. 
Ver.  105. 
S  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heav'nly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
Atid  larouj^h  the  dangers  of  theni^:ht, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,  100. 
4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  thaa  their  teachers  are. 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104,  113. 

^ ,      make  me  tru 

iV>i«  the  sinner's  road : 
i  hite  mv  own  vain  thoughts  that 
UM  tove  tby  law.  rav  <Sod. 


PSALM  lUi.  213 

Ver.  89.  90,  91. 

6  [The  starry  heav'ns  thy  ruie  oney, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place ; 
And  these  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  powV  express. 

7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Ilav?  lessons  mortr  divine ; 
Not  earth  stands  firmer  th^n  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine.] 

Ver.  160,  140,  9,  lie. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  Cock  shall  guide  our  youth, 
Aiiil  well  support  our  age. 

PSALM  119.     dlhPait.     Com.  Metre. 

Delight  in  scripture  ;  or,  the  •xord  of  God  d-x-tU' 

in^  in  us, 

Ver.  97. 

1  f\  now  I  love  thy  holy  law  1 
\J  Tis  daily  my  delight : 

And  thence  rny  meditations  draw, 
Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.  143. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  ine<lilate  thy  word ; 
5Iy  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  tliy  gospel.  Lord. 
Ver.  3,  33,  54. 
8  llovv  doth  thy  word  my  heart  eftg-ag-e 
How  well  emploj  my  tor.gue  ; 
Aiitl  in  u.y  tiresome  jjiijfriniag'e 
V'ekls  rae  a  hcav'^nly  sonff. 


244  PSALM  119. 

Ver.  19.  lOe. 
4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  Lome, 
'TJs  my  perpf  tual  feast ; 
Not  honey  dropping-  from  the  corab 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 
Ver.  72,  127. 
6  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 
Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 
For  loads  of  silver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 
Ver.  28,  49,  175. 
6  When  n.:ture  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  rny  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

I'SALM  119.  6th  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Holiness  and  comfort  from  tfic  rcord. 
Ver.  128. 

1  TT   ORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgmeDf^  right, 
Lj  And  all  thy  statutes  I'u-st ; 

Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  lust. 
Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey : 

I  keep  tiiy  law  in  sigiA: 
Through  ill  the  business  of  the  tlay 
To  form  my  actions  right, 
Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  sileuce  ci  iei, 

"  Hew  sweet  thy  comforts  !»? '-' 

My  thoughts  in  holy  woudtT  nse. 

And  briuf  their  thanks  to  thee. 


PSALM  119.  215 

Ver.  162. 
4  Aad  wiien  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  some  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  comi:>ar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM  119.   1th  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

hnvi-'feition  of  nature^  and  perfection  of  S0ip' 

ture. 

Ver.  6S.  para^lii'ased. 

1  f   ET  ail  the  heathen  writers  join 
jLd  To  form  one  perfect  book. 

Great  God,  if  once  coniyar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiv'n, 

Nor  lead  a, step  beyond  the  grave  j 

But  liiine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  short  the  pow'rs  of  natiire  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought, 
But  diy  commands,  exceeding  broad. 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  pecfection  here, 

While  sin  defiles  our  frame*, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far,' 
T 1  ey  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  -, 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousaess 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


5113  PSALM   119.  ' 

PSAL!V[1I9.    S(h  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

T/ie  word  of  God  is  the  saini^s  portion ;  or,  ike 

evcelhncy  and  variety  of  icripturs. 

Ver.  Ill,  paraphrased. 

I   "j"  ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  ray  choJce, 

J_J  My  lasting  lientage  •, 

There  shall  my  noblest  pow'rs  rejoice, 

My  warmest  thoughts  enga^ 
Vll  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  lawf?  in  sight, 
Willie  through  the  promises  I  rove 
With  ever  fresh  deligl't. 
3  'Tis  g  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  springs  of  life  arise  : 
Seeds  of  immnrral  bliss  are  f:DWTi, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 
•I  The  best  relief  that  moarners  have; 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest  j 
Oiu  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

I'SALM  119.    Oih  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Desire  of  knoviledge  ;  or,  the  teachings  qfihe 

Spii'it  with  the  word. 

Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

1  rpHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  0  Lord, 

X    How  good  thy  works  appear  I 
Open  mine  eyes  to"  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fashioVd  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due  ' 
0  make  thy  servant  un;lerstand 
Tb^  duties  he  must  do. 


PSALM  119.  211 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  liere  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid; 
But  raarli.  the  road  my  feci  slioaid  go, 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 
Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confessed  my  wand'ring-  v?ays, 

Thou  heard'st  my  soul  coraplairi ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  cf  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  agiin. 

Ver.  S3,  31. 

5  If  Gotl  to  me  his  statutes  show, 

And  heav'nly  ti-uih  hiipsrt, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  puisue. 
HJs  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.  SO,  71. 

6  This  was  my  conifort  when  I  bore 

Variety  oV  grief-,         • 
It  made  me  learn  thj-  word  the  more. 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  rae  'io\\  ; 

I'll  ueVr  forget  thy  law ; 
Nor  let  that  blessed  gospel  go, 
A^Tience  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Ve>-.  27,  171. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  ^t'athev's  v.  lii 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways : 
My  thankful  lips,  inspir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  liis  praise.] 

PSALM  119.     lO^/i  Part.  Com.  INk-tiv' 
Pleading  the  promises. 
Ver.  38,  49. 
1  T>EHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord  ; 
JL>  Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 


Uo  rsALM  \m 

Kemeijibfr  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  ail  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  11,  £3,  107. 
'  Hast  tbou  not  sent  saivation  dowu, 
And  promis'd  q'lick'niiig-  grace i" 
i>o!h  not  my  heart  address  thy  tlirone  ? 
And  yet  a.y  love  delays. 
Ver.  123,  42. 
.;  Miiie  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail ; 
O  bear  thy  servant  up  I 
.N'i)r  \^t  the  scoffingf  lips  prevail, 
Wiik  h  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 
t  j'i'l  t  iliiju  not  raise  ray  faith,  0  Lord.' 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear ; 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

P.SALM  119.    lUh  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Breathing  after  holiness. 

Ver.  5,  33. 

OTHAT  the  Lord  wouid  guide  ray  ways 
To  keep  his  statutesstili ' 
U  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  kriow  and  do  his  will  I 
Ver.  29. 
2  0  send  thy  spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  b<eait ! 
Nov  let  my  toni^ue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  36. 
s  From  vanity  turn  ofl'  mine  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  design, 
N!)r  covetous  desires  arise 
Withifi  this  soul  of  mine 


PSALM  119.  249 

Ver.  lar,. 

4  Order  my  tbotsteps  by  tfiy  word, 

And  Tiake  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 
Ver.  176. 

5  My  soul  hath  g.  ne  too  far  astray  ; 

My  feet  too  oueu  slip  •, 
Yet  since  I've  i\ot  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. ' 
Ver.  So. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 

Tis  a  delightful  road ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

PSALM  119.  I2th  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

Ver.  133. 

1  T>/2"Y  God,  consider  my  diiitress, 
i-TJ.  Let  mercy  plead  my  cause ; 
Though  I  ba'e  sinii'd  against  thy  grace, 

I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach, 

Which  I  so  justly  tear; 
Uphoid  my  life,  uphold  niy  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 
Ver.  122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me ; 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  sei-vants  see 
The  shinings  of  thy  face. 


250  PSALM  119. 

Ver.  82. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  bis  truth  fulfil, 
And  make  my  comforts  I'ise  ?" 
Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM  119.     ISth  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
Holy  fear,  and  tenderness  of  conscience. 
Ver.  10. 
i  "^riTH  my  whole  heart  I've  soMght  thy  face, 
t^V    O  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace. 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way  1 
Ver.  11. 

2  Tby  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean. 
And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rising  sin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 
My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 
Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong. 

My  spirit  stands  in  awe ; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thv  righteous  law. 


PSALM  119.  2jl 

Ver.  161,  120. 

5  Sly  heart  with  sacred  rev'rence  bears 

The  tlueat'nines  of  fliy  woril ; 
My  fesh  with  holy  trembling-  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  166,  174. 

6  Mv  God,  I  long.  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  salvation  still ; 
While  thy  whole  Jaw  is  ray  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM  119.     Uth  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

benefit  of  afflictions,  and  support  under  them. 

Ver.  153,  81    S2. 

1  /CONSIDER  all  iny  sorrows,  Lord, 
\J  And  tlty  deliv'rance  send ; 

My  soul  forthy  salvation  faints ; 
When  will  nay  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'ti«  ^ood  for  me 

To  bear  my  Fathers  rod  •- 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  ray  God. 
Ver.  .50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

Wben  new  distress  begins; 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
Aad  hate  my  former  sins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  woni  been  my  delight, 

Whea  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  cpprest  with  sorrows  weight, 
Ilad  sunk  amongst  the  dead. 


252  PSALM  119. 

Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgements,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe ; 
The  sharpest  siiff'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray  j 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

r3ALMl]9.     IbtkPart.    Cora.  Metre. 

Holy  resohUions. 

Ver.  93. 

1  f\  THAT  thy  statutes,  evVy  hour, 
\J  Mifeht  dwell  upon  my  mind ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepis,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  j 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  fhy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Ver.  32 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge, 
From  sin  and  satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  ray  feet  at  large ! 
Ver.  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and  thy  name ; 
I'll  speak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  should  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 


PSALM  119.  263 


r  Ver.  61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  pcrsacutors  rise 

To  rob  me  of  my  right ; 
I    Let  pride  and  mallee  forge  tbeir  lies, 
j        Thy  law  is  my  deligkL 
'  Ver.  115. 

6  Dejart  from  nie  ye  wicked  race, 

Whose  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  must  obey  his  will. 

PSALM  119.  mil  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.  25,  S7. 

1  TVTY  soul  lies  cleaving-  to  tke  dust; 
JLtJ.  Lord,  give  me  life  divine  '. 
Frcra  vain  desires,  and  ev'ry  lust, 

Turn  off  these  eyes  ot  mine. 

2  I  need  thp  influence  of  tiiy  grace 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  Wter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray.' 
Ver.  107. 

3  When  sore  aifiictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'niug-  pow'rs ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on, 
Shall  heip  my  heaviest  hours. 
Ver.  151,  40. 
i.  Are  not  UiV  mercies  sov'reign  still. 
And  thou  a  taithful  God  i 
Wlil  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeaK 
To  run  the  heav'nJy  road .'' 
Ver.  159,  40. 
&  DoPs  not  my  heart  thy  precejits  love, 
And  long^'to  see  tliy  face  '  " 


254  PbALM   Hi/. 

Ami  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 
Without  enliv'ning  grace,' 
Ver.  93. 
6  Then  shall  T  love  thy  gospel  more, 
Ami  ne'er  foi  iret  Jhy  svord, 
When  I  have  felt  if?  quick'ning;  pow'r, 
To  draw  ine  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  119.     llthPart.    Long  Metre. 

Courage  and  perstvtrance  under  persecution  ;  or, 
grace  shinmg  in  diff-cvdties  atid  in-ials. 
Ver.  143,  28. 
J  "IJTHEN  pain  and  ang:uish  seize  me.  Lord, 
▼  V     All  my  support  is  from  thy  word} 
My  sotil  dissolves  for  heaviness. 
Uphold  Die  with  thy  strength'ning  grace. 
Ver.  51,  69,  110. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'tl  their  scoffs  and  lies, 
Tliey  watch  uiy  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
And  teinpt  my  soul  to  snares  and  sin ; 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.  161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  cause, 
They  liate  to  see  me  love  thy  laws ; 
But  I  will  irust  and  fear  thy  name. 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  sliarae. 

PSALM  119.    IvidPart.     Long  Metre. 

Ssnciifted  afflictions ;  or,  delight  in  the  luord  of 
God. 
Ver.  67,  50. 
1  TTiATnER,  I  blew  thy  pentiehand; 
M.     How  kind  was  Uiy  cimstisin^  rod. 
That  I'orc'd  my  conscience  to  a  stanti, 
And  hnweht  my  wand'ripg-  Sc>hI  to  €iod  ; 


PSALM  120.  255 

i  Foolish  md  vain,  I  went  astray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord ; 
I  left  mv  ^iside,  and  Ion  ir.y  way ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  nie  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke. 
That  I  might  leavn  "his  statutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 
The  law  that  issues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raise  my  cheerlul  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  .he  south. 
Or  western  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Ver.  73. 

5  Thv  I'.a.ids  have  made  my  niortal  frame, 
Thy  ypirit  form'd  my  soul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 
Ver.  74. 

S  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  salvaiion  shad  rejoice  ^ 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM  120.    Coivjuion  Metre. 

Complaiut  of  quant  home  ntighhours  j  61;  a  de- 
vout wish  for  pence. 

1  rpnoU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  ble.si, 

X    I'ity  my  -.ulVring  state; 
Wbe"  wilt  thtiu  set  my  soul  at  nest, 
From  lips  tlial  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  '  my  davs  arc  oast 

A»i"iong'  the  sens  of  sfriie, 


256  PSALM  121. 

Whose  never  ceasing-  brawlings  v/asle 
My  golden  Iiours  ot  life. 

3  0  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choose  to  dwell 

In  some  wide  lonesome  wilderness 

And  leave  these  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek ; 

Ho\/  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace :  but  when  I  speak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  passions  stil".  thf  ir  souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  strong ; 
What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  1 

6  Sho'dd  burning  arrows  smite  thee  through, 

Strict  justice  would  approve ; 

Bu:  I  had  rather  spare  my  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM  121.    Long  Metre. 

Divine  protection. 

1  TTP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

U    Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  5 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives  ; 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives ;  the  everlasting  God, 

That  built  Ihe  world,  that  spread  the  flood ; 
The  heav'ns  with  all  then-  hosts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guai'ds  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  ad  the  day; 
lie  spreads  the  ev  nLng  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
Mav  rise  secure,  securelv  rest ; 


PSALM  121. 

Thy  holy  Guardian^s  -.rakeful  tyes 
Admit  nosluiiiber  nnr  iurpris^ 

5  No  sun  sha"  smile  thy  head  by  day 
No:'  the  pale  m.'X)n  Avith  sickly  lay 
Shedl  blast  ihy  couch ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

6  Shp^ild  earth  and  hell  with  malice  bus  ir. 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord !  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  snare. 

7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thv  God, 

PSALM  12i.     Comir:on  Metre. 
Preservation  hy  day  and  night. 

1  rr^O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

Jl    There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 
The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  pei-petual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  snail  never  slide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  He  will  sustain  our  weakest  po\T'V.s 

With  his  Almighty  arm. 
And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hou;  ? 
Against  surprising  harm, 

4  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sicklv  moon 

Shall  have  his  le&ve  to  smite  • 
R 


53  rSALM  121. 

He  sliieUls  thy  head  from  burning  nooo; 
Fi'otn  Itlastiug  damps  at  night. 

He  guards  tby  soul,  he  keeps  tl-y  breath, 
Where  thickest  dangers  come  5 

Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

rSALM  121.    Particular  Metre. 

God  our  preserver. 

fT  rWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\J    From  God  is  ali  my  aid  ? 
The  God  that  lAiilt  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made: 

G  od  is  ilie  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly  j 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'r}-  hour. 

:  Mv  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Sinre  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
iJefends  me  from  my  fears. 

Those  v.akeful  eyes, 

■\Vh:ch  never  sleep. 

Shall  Isiael  keep, 

When  dangers  rise. 

::\ag  heats  by  day, 
ts'of  ev'niiig  air, 
e  :nv  health  away, 
i:  V,;  >L  bf"  \\;ih  me  iheve: 
Thou  art  luy  sun. 
And  tho\i  my  shade, 
'!'o  guard  my  head 
Hv  night  cr  v.oon. 


PSALM  122.  25§ 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thjr  word, 
To  save  inv  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  ny  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
I'll  gt.)  and  come, 
Nor'fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 
PSALM  122.    Common  Metre. 

Going  to  church. 

1  TT^^'  ^"^^  "^y  hean  rejoice  to  hear 
AJ.  My  friends  devoutly  say, 

'•  In  ZiiJii  let  us  all  appear, 
Aad  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates.  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adori/d  with  graco, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  huilt  for  God, 
To  show  his  nailder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holv  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  huids  his  throne, 
And  siis  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  heai-s  our  praises  and  complaints  , 

And  while  his  awi'ul  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  iV.im  the  saiats. 
We  treiiible  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  jo\  a  constant  ouest: 
Witb  holy  gifts,  and  hc-av'nly  grace, 

Be  her  attendants  blest, 
e  My  soul  shall  pra?  for  Ziou  still, 

"While  life  or  breath  remains; 
There  ir.v  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwt'lL 

There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 


2G0  PSALM  122. 

PSALM  122.    Particular  Metre. 

Going  to  church. 

1  TTOW  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 
JjL  To  liear  the  people  cry, 

''  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to  day ;" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  these  our  vows  and  Iionouis  pay. 

2  Zion,  tlirire  bappy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  woudroas  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  bear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne; 

He  sils  for  grace  and  judgment  there ; 

He  bids  tbe  saint  be  glad. 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest; 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  iiicrease, 
A  tliousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  P«ace  to  this  sacred  house !" 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 
[Repeat  the  4iA  stanza,  if  ivecessaty.] 


P3ALM  123,  124.  26i 

rSALM  123.     Common  Metre. 

Pleading  zvith  svimission. 

1  ^  THOU,  Avhose  grace  and  justice  reige, 
"  Enthron'd  above  the  skies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  fell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  theu-  master's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke  j 
Or  maids  before  tiieir  mistress  stand, 
And  wait  a  peacefal  look : 

3  So  for  our  sins  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  Cjod ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moments  still, 
Till  ihou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Those  who  in  wealth  and  pleasme  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride. 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies ; 
This  thbtight  shall  bear  our  spirits  up. 
That  God  will  not  despise. 

rSALM  124.     Long  Metre. 

A  song  for  public  deliverance. 

1  TXAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say, 
Xl  Had  not  the  Lordmaintain'd  our  sidf, 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rose  like  the  swelling;-  of  the  tide . 

2  The  swelling  tide  had  stopt  our  breath. 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 

We  had  been  swallow'd  deep  in  death  , 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhehu'd  our  s\)Ul  ^ 


SG2  PSALM  125 

S  We  leap  for  joy,  we  shodt  and  sing, 
Who  just  escaji'ii  f.he  fatal  stroke; 
Bo  flies  the  bird  -»'ith  cheerful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  snare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  bi'ohe  the  fowler's  cursed  snare, 
Who  sav'd  us  from  the  niurd'ring  sword. 
And  made  our  lives  and  souls  his  care. 

5  Our  nelp  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  skies 
He,  that  upholds  that  wondrous  frame, 
(luards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 

PSALM  125.     Commoo  Metre. 

The  samfs  trial  and  safety. 

UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill, 
And  tirm  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  Jeans,  0  Lord,  on  thee. 
2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  so  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground. 
As  those  Eternal  arms  of  love 
That  ev'iy  saint  surround. 
S  While  tyrants  are  a  smarting  scourge, 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compassion  dues  allay 
The  fuiy  of  the  rod. 
i  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  s'ouls  sincere, 
And  lead  them  safely  on 
T'>  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Ohrist  their  Lord  is  gone. 
i  But  if  we  trace  those  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  serpent  drew, 
Tlie  wrath  that  drove  him  first  to  hell 
rlip.l!  smile  his  foll'wers  too. 


PSALM  125,  126. 

PSALM  125.     Short  Metre. 

TAe  jflJJK's  trial  and  safety  ;  or,  moderated  uj- 

flictiovs. 

1  TJIIRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Jr     That  rest  then-  souls  en  God  ; 

FhiTi  as  th.e  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  slood  lo  guani 
The  city's  sacred  ground, 

So  God,  and  Lis  almig-hty  love, 

Embrace  his  saints  around. 
8      \7hat  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chastising  stroke, 
Yet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  loo  deoi). 

Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 

4  Deal,  gently,  Lord,  wi(h  those 
Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whose  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  heart  sincere. 

5  Nor  shall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  oppress  the  saint ;  , 

The  God  of  Israel  will  support 
His  children,  lest  they  faini. 

6  But  if  our  slavish  fear 
Will  choose  the  road  lo  hell. 

We  must  expect  our  portion  rhcro. 
Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

PSALM  126.     Long   Metre. 
Surprisiv^  deliverance. 
I  "IITHEN  Ged  restor'd  our  captive  stale, 
Tt  Joy  was  oursong,and  grace  ourthenie 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  so  great, 
--'  T!»at  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 


■iGi  PSALM  12G. 

J  Tbe  scoffer  owns  tiiy  liand,  and  pays 
Unwilling'  Lonours  lo  thy  nanie ; 
While  we  witb  pleajuie  slieut  thy  praise, 
Vi'iih  cheGiTul  notes  thy  iove  proclaim. 

">  When  we  review'd  our  dismal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanish  so ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing-  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

!  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
FIi«  scatter'd  seed  with  sadness  leaves, 
Will  shout  to  see  the  harvest  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  sheaves. 

PSALM  12G,     Common  Metre. 

J'he  ^oy  of  a  remarkable  conversion ;  or,  melan- 
-  choly  removpil. 

WHEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
And  chang-'d  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 
J  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
A"a  did  thy  hand  confess ; 
i\Iy  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains,  ; 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 
;  '•  Gioat  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
And  own'd  Ihv  pow'r  divine  ; 
•'  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
'•  And  be  the  glory  thine." 
t  Tl'e  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
M  alie  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
=.  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wail 
'.'iii  the  fair  harvest  come. 


PSALM  127.  .  265 

They  shall  confess  iheir  sbeaves  ave  great, 

And  shont  the  blessings  heme. 
6  Though  seed  lie  bur>''d  long  in  dust, 

It  sbaii'i  d-.jceive  ibeir  hope  1 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 

For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

PSALM  127.     Long  Metre. 

Tht  blessing  of  God  o7t  the  btistness  and  convforls 

of  life. 

1  TF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 

X  And  paJDs  to  build  the  house  ai'e  lost ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

2  What  if  you  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  you  dread, 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blest; 
He  can  n-.ake  rich,  yet  give  us  rest; 
Children  and  friends  are  blessings  too. 
If  God  our  sov'reign  make  them  so. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends ' 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  seasonV  with  bis  love. 

PSALM  127.     Common  Metre. 

God  all  in  all. 
1   T  F  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 
J.  The  builders  worlv  in  vain  , 
And  towns,  witnouf  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  useless  watch  maintain. 


266  PSALM  128. 

2  Before  the  morning'  beams  arise, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And,  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies, 
Your  tiresome  toi!  pursue. 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, 

In  vain,  till  God  has  blest; 
But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 
You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends. 

Shall  real  blessings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 
If  sent  without  his  love. 

PSALM  1,!8.     Common  Metre. 

Family  blessings. 

1  f\  HAPPY  man,  whose  soul  is  fiU'd 
KJ  With  zeal  and  rev'rend  aAve ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 

liis  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  Providence  shall  stand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head. 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  Thy  wife  shall  be  a  fruitful  vine  •, 

Thy  children  round  thy  board. 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  shine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfil 

For  m'-.nths  and  years  to  come ; 

Tlie  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  send  thee  hlessing-s  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whose  happy  eyes 

Shall  see  his  hoogc  increase, 
Fhall  see  the  sinking  church  ^rise, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


'  PSALM  129.  267 

PSALM  129.     Common  Metre. 

Ptrsecntors  punished. 
5  T  TP  'Vom  my  youth,  may  Israel  say, 
\-J   Iidve  I  been  nursM  in  tpars ; 
My  gviefs  were  constant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  r*  ^e 

Of  all  the  sens  of  strife; 
Oft  they  assail'd  my  riper  a^e, 
But  not  destroy'd  ray  life.        « 

3  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flesh, 

With  furrows  Ion;/  and  deep ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afresh. 
Nor  let  my  sorrows  sleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye,  ; 

Meabur''d  tiie  mischiefs  they  had  dope, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  insolence  surpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  seiz'd 

V/itn  horror  to  the  soul ! 

6  Thus  shall  the  men  that  hate  the  saints, 

Be  blastpd  from  the  sky  ; 
Their  g^iory  fades,  their  courage  faints. 
And  all  their  projects  die. 

7  [What  tJiough  they  flourish  tall  and  fair. 

They  have  no  root  beneath  : 
Their  growth  shall  perish  in  despair. 

And  lie  despis'd  in  death.] 
S  [So  corn,  that  on  the  house  top  stands, 

No  liope  of  haivesk g=ives : 
Tlie  reaper  ne'er  shall  fill  his  hands, 

iicv  binder  fold  the  sheaves. 


268  PSALM  130. 

9  It  springs  and  withers  on  the  place; 
No  traveller  bestows 
A  word  of  blessing  on  the  gras?, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 

PSALM  130.    Commou  Metre, 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  ^UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  disti'ess, 
%J  The  borders  of  despair, 

I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  son  hath  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word. 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.) 

5  [Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  liglrt. 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent,  than  they, 
Bleets  the  first  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust. 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face ; 


FSALM  130,  131.  269 

The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 

And  plenteous  is  his  gfi'ace. 
8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  tlxrone, 

For  sinners  long-  enslav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 

And  Israel  shall  be  sav'd. 

PSALM  130.    Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  "ITIROM  deep  disti-ess  and  troubled  thoughts, 
S!    To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  ! 

If  thcu  severely  mark  our  faults," 
Ko  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  ha.'t  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  disotase  thy  pardons  there, 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  atu!  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgiims  wait. 
And  long  and  wish  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display .' 

4  My  trust  is  fix'd  upoii  thy  word, 

•  Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain ',  . 
Let  mourning  sr'uls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5:Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace. 
Through  the  Redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

•  And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

.      PSALM  131.     Common  Metre. 

Humility  and  submission. 
ITS  there  ambition  in  ray  heart  ? 
J   Search,  gracious  God,  and  see ; 


270  PSALM  132. 

Or  do  I  act  a  haug-hty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  tliee. 
2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  stilV 

And  ah  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my"  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  quiet  as  a  child. 
S  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd, 

And  ti-ust  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  132.    Ver.  5,  13—18.    L.  M. 

At  the  settlement  of  a  church  :  or,  the  ordination 

of  a  7ninistc)\ 
i  TirHERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 
▼  T     An  habitation  f.ii-  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  the  eternal  mind, 
Amongst  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood .' 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  iiill 
Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  rest ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still, 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne. 
And  reign  for  ever,"  sai^h  the  Lord  ;' 

"  Here  shall  my  pow'i-  and  love  be  known. 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poar. 
And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread  : 
Sinners,  that  wait  before  ujy  door. 
With  sweet  provisions  shall  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  truth,  anu  cbth'd  with  grace. 
My  priests,  rny  ministers,  shall  shine; 
Not  Aaron,  in  his  costly  dross, 

Jtlade  ru;  appenrar.ce  so  divine. 


PSALM  132.  271 

'6  The  saints  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joj'S,  shall  shout  and  sing ; 
The  son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  king. 

7  [Jesus  shall  see  a  num'rous  seed 
Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name ; 
His  crown  shall  flourish  on  his  head, 
AVhile  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  shame.'H 

PSALM  132.     Common  Metre. 
Ver.  4,  5,  7,  S,  15—17. 

A  church  established. 

1  riyrO  sleep  nor  slsniber  to  his  eyes, 
Li.ll    Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  skies 

A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  iii  Zion  piac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  settled  there : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came, 
To  worship  thrice  a  year. 
S  But  we  ha  e  no  such  lengths  to  go, 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  tbj-  saints  assemble  now, 
There  is  a  house  for  God.] 
PAUSE. 

4  Arise,  O  king  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ! 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  b)ess\i. 

5  Enter  with  ail  thy  glonous  train, 

Thy  Si-iirit  and  ihy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Ccukl  no  such  grace  a/Tord. 

6  Here,  mighiy  God  I  accept  our  \o\\i, 

Here,  let  thv  pvai'^?  be  spread  ; 


272  PSALM  133. 

BI'^ss  the  piovisions  of  tby  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  witJi  bread. 

7  Here  let  ihe  son  of  David  reign; 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting-  throne, 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM   133.     Common   Metre. 

Brotherly  love. 

1  1"   0,  what  an  entertaioing  sight 
i  A  Are  bi'ethren  that  agree ! 

Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite, 
In  bauds  of  piety  ! 

2  When  streams  of  love,  from  Christ  the  spring, 

Descend  to  ev'ry  soul. 
And  Iir-av'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divhiely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rond  bead. 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill. 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

PSALM  133.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  saints  ;  or,  love  and  uorskip  in  n 

family. 


B 


LEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one 


PSALM  133.  273 

Whose  kind  desigiis  to  serve  and  please, 
TJiroagh  all  their  acti-3ns  run. 
2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet^ 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows. 
Make  iheir  communion  sweet. 
S  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread. 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 
4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
Tlie  saints  are  blest  above. 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils. 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM  133.    Particular  Metre 

The  blessings  of  friendship. 
i  TTOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
JtX  Kindred  and  friends  agree ; 
£ach  in  their  proper  station  move. 
And  each  fulfil  their  part, 
With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  lovei 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed  ^ 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet ; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  hie  robes,  and  hiess'd  his  feel. 

3  Like  fruitful  show'rs  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighb'ring  hiUs ; 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  soul, 
Where  love,  bke  heav'nly  dew  distils. 
[Repeat  the  first  sta.iza,  if  necessary.] 


m  PSALM  134,  135. 

PSALM  134.    Common  Metre. 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

1  "VTE  that  obej'  tli'  iiamortal  King, 

i    Attend  his  holy  place; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  bless  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  send  your  souils  on  high ; 
Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  nigV.i 
Above  the  starry  sky. 
"  Tlie  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  he£irts, 
^Viih  rays  of  quiek'ning  grace ; 
TLe  God  that  spreads  the  lieav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  swelling  seas. 

I'SALM  135.    1st  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Vfcr.  1—4,  14.  19—21. 

Th-:  church  is  God's  house  and  care. 

1  TJUAISE  ye  the  Lord ;  exalt  his  name, 
JL     While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 

Ve  saints  that  to  his  house  belong, 
yr  stand  attending  at  hi'  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  5  the  Lord  is  good .' 
To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ ; 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints; 
He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends ; 
And  when  he  hears  ihe-r  sore  compIaint5f 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  TJirough  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod ; 
He  gives  his  sufT'ring  serv;tnts  rest, 
A'Hi  will  be  known,  "  Th' Almighty  God, 


PSALM  135.  273 

•5  Bless  j-e  the  Lord,  who  taste  his  love. 
People  and  priests,  exalt  his  name  •, 
Amongst  his  saints  he  ever  dwells; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 

PSALM  135.    2c/  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Ver.  5—12. 

The  works  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  ef 
Israel,  and  desh-uction  of  enemies. 

1  r\  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
vT  Above  all  pov.'rs  and  ev'ry  throne ; 
Whate'er  he  please,  in  earth  or  sea, 

Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  comraand  the  vapours  rise. 

The  lightnings  fiash,  the  thunders  roar  •, 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind, 
And  tempest  from  his  airy  store. 

3  'Tvvas  he  these  dreadful  tokens  sent, 
O  Egj'pt,  ilu-ough  thy  stubborn  land 
When  all  thy  first-born,  beasts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  aVenging  luind. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings. 
He  slew,  and  their  whole  coiuitry  gave 
To  Israel,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  slave ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  same,  the  same  his  grace, 
That  saves  us  from  the  hosts  of  hell ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  possess, 
Whence  those  apostate  angels  fell. 

PSALM  135.    Common  Metre. 

Praise  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 
1     A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King 
XA.  i our  sweetest  jiassions  raise, 
your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 


276  PSALM  136 

2  Great  is  the  Lord ;  ard  works  UBknown 

Are  his  divine  employ ; 
Bui,  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea,  confess  his  basd', 

lie  hids  the  vajxuirs  rise : 
Lightniiig  and  storm,  at  his  comoiand, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  All  pow'r.  that  gods  or  kings  have  claimM, 

Is  found  with  him  alone ; 
But  heathen  gods  should  ne'er  be  nam'd) 
Where  our  JEHOVAH'S  known. 

5  Which  of  the  stocks  or  stones  they  trust 

Can  give  them  show'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worship  glitt'ring  dust, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 
(>  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  taljc, 
Such  as  their  makers  gave: 
Their  feet  were  ne'er  design'd  to  walk, 
Nor  hards  have  pow'r  to  save. 
7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  Iiear  when  mortals  pray : 
3Inrtal.«  th;.t  wait  for  their  relief. 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
3  Ye  saints,  adore  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
He  makes  tlie  churches  his  aborte, 
AiKi  claims  your  honours  there. 
PSALM  136.   Common  Metre. 

God''s  wonders  of  creation,  providence,  rtdemp- 

tion  of  Israel,  and  salvation  of  his  people. 
!   /"i  IVE  thanks  to  God,  vae  sov'reign  Lord, 
Ijr  His  mercies  still  endure ; 


PSALM  136.  2' 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  adoi  'd. 
His  ti-ulb  is  ever  sure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  dan  8  ; 

How  migbty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea  he  tVan^'d  alone ; 
How  wide  is  his  coinnaand ! 

3  The  sun  supplies  tlie  day  vith  light : 

How  bright  his  counsels  shine  1 
The  moon  and  stars  adorn  the  night . 
His  worlis  aie  all  divine. 

4  [He  struck  the  sons  of  Egypt  dead  •, 

How  dreadful  Is  his  rod ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led ; 
How  gracious  is  oar  God ! 

5  He  cleft  the  swelling  sea  in  two  j 

His  arm  is  great  in  might : 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  passage  thi'OUgli 
His  pow'r  and  grace  unite. 

6  But  Pliaiaoli's  aiiay  tliere  he  drown'd ; 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  saints  thro'  desert  giooi'i, 
Eternal  be  bis  praise. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

Victorious  is  Ids  sword ; 
Wliile  Israel  took  the  ^romis'd  land . 
And  failbfui  is  his  word.J 
S  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin ; 
He  felt  bis  pity  move ; 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in  ; 
How  boundless  was  his  love  ! 
9  He  sent  to  save  us  fiom  our  wo ; 
His  goodness  riever  fails-, 
From  death,  and  ne!l.  and  ev'ry  fOc 
And  still  bis  grace  prevaiij. 


278  PSALM  136. 

10  Give  fhaaks  to  God,  the  heav'nlv  King  ; 
His  mercies  still  endure ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  shig- 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

PSALM  13G.    Particular  Metre 
'  f^IVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
\A  Tue  unWersal  Lord ; 
The  sov'reign  King-  of  king's- 
And  he  his  grace  ador'd. 
His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonti*;rs  hath  he  done  I 
He  form'd  l^  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  woid. 

3  His  wisdom  frara'd  the  sun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars, 
To  cheer  the  darksome  night. 

HiB  ijpw'r  and  grace 

Are  sllll  the  same ; 

And  let  bis  name 

Have  endless  praise. 

He  smote  the  first-born  sons, 

he  tlow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  : 

And  thence  his  chosen  tribes 

With  joy  and  gioiy  led. 

Tby  mercy.  Lord, 

aiwU  still  endure: 


^ 


PSALM  136.  279 


And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

A  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red  Sea  in  two, 
And  for  Lis  people  made 
A  wondrous  passage  through. 
His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  stiil  the  same; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 
i  Rut  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  nil  Lis  host  he  drown'd 
And  brought  his  Israel  safe 
Througfh  a  long  desert  grouH« 
Tliy  n>ercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure<; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  lilngs  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand ; 
While  his  own  servants  tooli 
Possessiou  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  gi'ace 
Are  sUll  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

8  He  saw  the  nations  lie 
Ail  perUhing  in  sin, 
And  pity'd  the  sad  state 
The  ruin  d  world  was  in 

Thy  mf  rcy,  Lord, 
Shall  ^stiil'end^lre , 
And  ever  sure 
.Abides  thy  word 


280  PSALM  136. 

9  He  sent  hie  only  Son 
To  save  us  from  our  wa, 
From  satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  ev'iy  hurtful  foe. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlrss  praise. 
5  0  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King  ; 
And  lot  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure ; 

And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  word 

PSALM  136.  Mridged.  Long  Metro 

Ci  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 
I"  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Kepeat  his  mercies  in  your  song: 
2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 

The  Kiag  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 
"i  He  built  the  earih,  he  spread  the  sky, 

And  fix'd  tlie  starry  lights  on  high  : 

Wonders  of  grace  "to  God  belong, 

ilepeat  his  mercies  in  your  soi;g. 
4  He  fills  llie  sun  with  niorn-ag  light; 

He  bids  the  moon  direct  tlie  uiglil  •, 

Hia  mercies  ever  sliall  endure, 

Whvn  suns  and  moons  shall  siiine  no  more 


PSALM   138.  281 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land ; 
Wouders  of  gi-ace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  He  saw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  sin, 
And  felt  liis  piJy  work  within : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  death  and  sin  shall  reigu  no  more. 

7  He  sent  his  Son  with  pow  'r  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  daikness,  and  the  grave ; 
Wonders  of  gi-ace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

3  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  seat  j 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 
When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

PSALM  138.     Long-  Metre. 

Restoring  and  prese7-ving  grace. 

1  r"* 5/ ITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  ton^e, 
L  Vt     I'U  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song, 

Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, ' 
Shall  witness  my  devotion  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  skies.] 

3  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy.  Lord  ; 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  riames  below. 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  show. 

4  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdu'd  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  dibWd  Uiroog h  all  my  soul. 


282  PSALM  139. 

0  The  God  of  heav'n  maiutains  his  state, 
Frov/ns  on  the  proud  and  scorns  the  great} 
But  from  Iiis-  throne  descends  to  see 

The  sons  of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand. 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  liand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive. 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  or  from  sins  5 
The  work  tliat  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

PSALM  139.     ]st  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  all-seeing  God. 

1  1"  ORD,thou  hast  search'd  anu  seen  me  thro^ 
J-J  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  witli  all  their  powTS, 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 

He  knows  tiie  w^ords  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  stand  5 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God.' 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great  I 
What  large  extent  I  w  hat  lofty  height '. 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powis  I  boast, 

Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 
■5  "  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  Uieast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest : 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
<Joasent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. ' 


PSALM  139.  2; 

PAUSE  I. 
»J  Could  I  so  false,  so  faitbless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthron'd  in  lig-ht ; 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reign?, 
And  satan  groans  beneath  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  western  se;i,' 

Thy  swifter  hand  would  firsi  rurlve, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight, 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of'night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray. 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

10  "  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there." 
PAUSE  II. 

IJ  The  veil  of  night  i»no  disguise, 
No  screen  from  thy  all-search ii(g  eyes: 
Thy  hand  can  seize  thy  foes  as  soun 
Through  midnight  shades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree. 
Great  God,  they're  both  a  like"  to  thee  *, 
Not  death  can  bide  what  God  will  spy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

IS  "  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  Breas* 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  I 
Nov  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
t'onsiut  to  sin.  for  G'«J  *!;  ilttre." 


234  PSALM  139. 

FSALM  139.    2d  Part.    Long"  Metre. 

^he  xuondtrful  forfhMion  of  man. 
*  ^'T'^^AS  from  Uiy  band,  my  God,  I  came, 
X    A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame ; 
In  rae  thy  fearl'ul  wonders  shine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  skill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  ruy  limbs  survey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confusion  lay ; 
Thou  saw'st  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  liy  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nani'd, 
And  what  thy  sovVeign  counsels  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  last,  to  show  my  Maker's  name, 
God  stamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  some  unknown  moment  joinM 
The  fmisii'd  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  seeds  of  thought  begaa. 
And  all  the  jKissions  uf  the  man : 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise. 
PAUS£. 

6  Lord,  since  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  acted  on  life's  busy  stage, 

Tiiy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
Tlie  powV  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  survey  the  ocean  o'er. 

And  count  each  sand  tliat  makes  tlie  sllorfe, 
Before  my  s>-viftest  thoughts  could  trace, 
The  nuni'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
3  These  on  my  heart  are  still  impress'^, 
With  these  I  give  mine  eyes  to  rt?s{ 
And  at  my  wakiog  hour  1  find 
exxl  and  bis  love  i)osse3s  my  mifl«i 


PSALM  139.  285 

PSALM    139.    3d  Part.   Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  prof'ssed,  and  p-ace  tried}  or,  the 
he  art-searching  God. 
J  Tk/fCV  God,  what  inward  grjef  T  feel, 
JjX  When  impious  men  transgr«'ss  thy  will ' 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thj'  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  soul  detest  and  hate 
The  sons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Those  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  coimt  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  search  my  soul,  try  ev'ry  thought ; 
Though  mine  own  heart  accuse  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  secret  mischief  Ivu-k  within  i* 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin .' 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 
AKd  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  139.  1st  Part.  Common  Metre, 

God  is  every  where. 

1  TN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
X  In  vain  my  soul  would  try 

To  shun  tlw  presence,  Loi-d,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Tliine  all-surroundinr  sig-ht  surveys 

My  rising  and  ray  rest; 
My  puJ)lic  walks,  r.iy  private  wa3's, 
And  secrt.s  of  my  breast. 

3  Ky  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  form';.'  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  worii, 
lie  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 
i  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  big!/ 
Where  can  a  creature  hide .' 


286  PSALM  139. 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  ev'ry  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  m*'  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sov'reigu  love. 
PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire. 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath, 

To  'scape  the  wrath  diviae, 
Thy  voice  could  break  the  bars  of  do;tlh, 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

8  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  ray  rest. 

9  If  O'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtahis  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee ; 
0  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

rSALM  139.    2d  Part.   Com.  Metre. 

The  wisdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 
]  "f  TTIIEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand, 
^7    Aiid  all  my  frame  survey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work.  I  own  thy  hand 
Tlius  built  my  hiwvible  clay" 


rSALM  139.  287 

2  Tby  hand  my  heart  and  reins  possest 

Where  nnborn  nature  grew ; 
Thy  wisdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  nicest  care  survey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part, 
Till  the  v.hole  scheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copy'd  l)y  thine  art. 

4  Ileav'B,  earth,  and  sea,  and  fire  and  wind, 

Sho'.v  nie  thy  wondrous  skill  •, 
But  I  review  myself,  and  find 

Diviner  wonders  still. 
■5  Thv  awful  glories  round  me  shine, 

My  llesli  proclaims  thy  praise ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 

Thy  miracles  of  gi-ace. 

PSALM  139.  3d  Fart.    Common  Metre. 
Ver.  14,  17,  18. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  evening  Psalm. 

1  T  ORD,  when  1  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
JLj  Tbey  strike  me  with  surprise  ; 
Not  a'l  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 

To  equal  numbers  rise. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill ; 
And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands, 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  j 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 
O  may  the  hour,  that  ends  my  sleep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 


288  PSALM   141,  142. 

PSALM  141.    Lon«T  Metre, 
Ver.  2—5. '' 

Watchfulness  and  hrotherhj  reproof. 
A  morning;  or  evening  Psalm. 

1  Tl/fY  God,  accepf  my  early  vows, 

111.  Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house  : 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise;' 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guaid  them.  Lord, 
From  ev"i-y  rash  and  heedless  word  j 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  giiilty  path  where  sinners  lead, 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray. 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring'wav ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment,  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM  142.    Common  Metre. 
God  is  the  hope  of  the  helpless. 
i  nno  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 
X    From  God  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  soul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burd';ns  knows, 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  side  I  cast  mine  eye. 

And  fo'Uiri  my  helpers  gone  , 
V.'hile  friends  and  strangers  pass'd  me  by. 
Kcglevted  and  unknown. 


PSALM   113 

4  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry. 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  lii^, 
Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 
6  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low 
Now  l^-t  tliine  ear  attend ; 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me.  know 
I've  an  a?mighty  Friend. 
6  From  my  ssid  prison  set  me  free, 
Then  shall  I  pi-aise  thy  name  ; 
And  holy  men  shall  join  with  me 
Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  143.    Long  Metie. 

Complaint  of  heavy  affUciions  in  mind  and  body 

1  TluTY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracijus  God, 
iTJl  Hear  when  I  ?}jread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  succour  from  thy  throne ; 

O  make  thy  truUi  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  against  me  pass  ; 
Behold  thy  servant  pleads  thy  grace  ; 
Should  justice  call  uS  to  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltless  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  sec 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  ; 
I>">wn  to  ti'.e  dust  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buijy'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darkness  and  unseen, 
My  heart  is  desolate  within ; 

My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
"i  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope 
To  heai:  mv  sinking  spirits  up ; 
T 


290  rSALM  143. 

I  stretch  my  iiands  to  God  again 
And  thirst,  like  parched  lands,  tor  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  lliii-sl,  I  pray,  I  moui-n ; 
Wlien  will  thy  sniiling  face  return  f 
bhall  all  HiV  joys  on  earth  remove  ? 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  i 

7  Mv  Goti,  thy  long  delay  to  save 
Will  sink  tiiy  pfis.'ner  to  the  gmvc  , 

Bly  heart  grows  faintj  and  dim  mine  eye  : 
RliiRe  haste  to  help  before  I  die. 

ti  The  night  is  v/itness  to  my  tears, 
Dislressing  p;\ins,  distressing  fears; 

0  might  1  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary'd  pow'rs  rejoice  ? 

9  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh. 
And  lift  my  weary  soid  on  high  , 
I'or  thee  tit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tiresonit  6ours  away, 

to  Creak  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  sbovv 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  should  go  ; 
If  snares  and  foes  beset  the  road, 

1  floe  to  hide  me  iiear  my  God. 

;  1  Teach  me  to  do  ihv  holy  will, 
And  l.-ad  n;e  to  thy  heav'nly  bill ', 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  )ove 
Conduct  nie  to  thy  court*  ubove. 

I.;  Then  shall  my  sovil  no  more  complain, 
Tiic-  tempter  then  ihall  rage  in  vain; 
And  Cesh,  that  vas  my  foe  Lefore, 
biuill  ncvai-  vex  »K)'  sphit  tnvte. 


PSALM  lU.  291 

PSALM  144.    1st  Part.  Common  Metre- 

Ver.  1,  2. 
Assistance  and  victory  in  the  spiritual  warfare. 

1  XjlOR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
JT  My  Saviour  and  my  shield ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  -with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

Ke  makes  my  soul  his  care, 
Insuucts  nie  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  througa  the  war. 
S  A  friend  and  heJiKjr  so  divine. 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raise ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

rSALr.I  111.   Id  Part.   Com.  Metre. 
Ver.  3--S. 

The  vainly  of  man,  and  condescension  <>f  God, 

1  X  ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
jLA  Born  of  the  earth  at  first ! 

His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vaii>, 
Still  hasting  to  the  dust. 

2  0  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  sLould  raeike  it  his  concern 

To  visit  him  with  grace .'' 
S  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightuings  down, 

Who  shakes  the  worlds  above. 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frownj 

Kow  wondrous  is  his  love  I 

PSALM  144.     Ver.  12—15.    Loug  Met 

Giau  above  rJi/tts  ;  or^  the  happy  nutiitn. 
I    TJ  APPY  tbe  city  wliere  theii-  sons, 
JtJi  Li-'iP  pillars  round  a  palace  seu 


£92  PSALM  115. 

Ami  daughters  bright  as  polish 'd  stones, 
Give  strength  and  tjeauty  to  the  state. 

2  Happy  the  country  where  the  sheep, 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increase  ; 
"Where  men  securely  work  or  sleep. 
Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

S  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd  •, 
But  rnore  divinely  blest  are  those, 
On  whom  the  all^uffiinent  God, 
Himself,  Willi  all  his  grace  bestows. 
PSALM  U5.    Lonj?  Metre. 

The  g-reaincss  of  God. 

1  T|/f  Y  Goil,  my  King,  tby  various  prciso 
ifX  Sliall  211  the  remnant  of  my  dsys-, 
Thv  grace  eniplov  my  Immble  tongue, 
Tiii  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  v.ings  of  er'ry  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  evTV  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  iliee. 

3  Thy  truth  an:l  justice  I'll  prt)claim ; 
Thv  bounty  flows,  an  endless  stream  ; 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, 
Bui  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Tby  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine. 
And  speak  tby  majesty  divine ; 

Let  "ev'ry  realm  with  joy"  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honour  oi  tby  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succeesion  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unburn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  a';d  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  r.yt  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ' 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thsu^hls  ei  ;?i>ds  •. 


PSALM  145.  2:  - 

Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ; 
Vast  and  iramortaJ  be  thy  praise  ! 
PSALM  145.     1st  Part.    Com.  Metip 
Ver.  1-1,  11—13. 
The  greatness  of  God, 
i  X  ONG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
J_i  My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
Mv  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  powV  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great  j 
I'll  sing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  v/orks  of  gi-ace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  tby  praise. 

5  Thv  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known : 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  state, 
With  public  splendour  shown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  tby  hands ; 

Thy  saints  are  rnl'd  by  love ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM  145.    2d  Part.    Lbng  Metre. 
Ver.  7,  isii'. 
The  goodness  of  God. 
J   CJWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
7j  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King ; 


£94  PSALM  145. 

Li-t  nge  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  song-s  of  glory  sing-. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  tiie  si  jes  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines. 
And  ev-ry  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  : 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  K.ind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  I 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

PSALM  145.    3d  Fart.     Com.  Metre. 

Verse  14,  17,  &c. 

Mercy  to  sufferers  ^  or,  God  hearing  prayer. 

1  T  ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
3-^  Thou  sov'rejgn  Lord  of  all  •, 

Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distress'd 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frowri  ^ 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  toll'ring  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
noly  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  bis  words  are  truth. 


PSALM  146.  £9J 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  servants  feel, 

He  hears  hfs  caiWrcn  cjy. 
And,  tlieir  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercv  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere : 
He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  fHis  stubborn  foes  his  swcrd  shali^la}-, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pam  ; 
But  none  thnt  serve  the  Lord  shall  say 
"  They  sought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [Mv  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM  116.     Long  Metre. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  goodness  and  truth. 

1  13RA1SE  ve  the  Lord  !  my  heart  shall  j«H^. 
i     In  works  so  pleasant  so  divine  ■■, 

Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  pow'is, 
While  imriortality  endures-, 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  l^Ci 

3  Why  should  I  malie  a  mai?  nsy  trust.' 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dusf, 

Their  brenth  departs,  their  pomp  and  p:)w\ 
A)id  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely  , 
On  Israel's  God :  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  traui. 
And  none  shall  find  his  Bromise  vaia. 


2i^b  PSALM  146. 

T  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure : 

He  saves  tli'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 

!Te  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 
■i  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind, 

The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 

He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 
7  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  we!!. 

15  ut  turns  the  wicked  down  .j  hell : 

Thy  God,  0  Zion !  ever  leigns ; 

Tiaise  him  in  everlatang  strains. 

PSALM  116.     Particular  Metre. 

P7-aise  to  God  for  his  goodness  and  truth, 
i    I  'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath ; 
A  And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Pi-aise  shall  employ  mv  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  oe  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 
:  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  tnjst  i 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust: 

Vain  is  the  help  of  tlesh  and  blood ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r^, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 
'.  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  ti-uth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
;  Ta9.  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
.  .le  Lord  supports  the  sinliing  mind ; 

He  sends  the  laL'iing  conscience  peace. 


PSALM  147.  297 

He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  aiid  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  releeise. 
o  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turas  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 

Thy  God,  O  Ziun,  ever  reigns ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age. 
In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains- 
6  I'li  praise  him  while  he  lends  xne  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  lie'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM  147.     1st  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace, 
>RAISE  ye  the  Lord :  'tis  good  to  rabe 


1  -pi 


Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise* 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name ; 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

5  He  torm'd  the  star?,  those  heav'nly  flames  ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names } 
His  wisdom's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  cdl  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  •, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  -, 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  Just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust) 


298  PSALM  U7 

PAUSE. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  spreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  sky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rnin, 
"Nov  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn  ; 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  the  joung  ravens  whtn  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creatures  skill  or  force  ? 
The  sprightly  man,  the  warlike  horse, 
The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 

Ail  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  saints  aie  lovely  in  his  sight : 
lie  views  his  children  with  delight: 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM  147.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Swnvncr  and  winter. 

1  "  T   ET  Zion"  praise  the  mighty  God, 

JLj  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  : 
"  For  sweet  the  joy,  our  songs  to  raise, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  pra'.se." 

2  Our  children  are  secure  and  blest ; 
Our  shores  have  peace,  our  cities  rest ; 
He  feeds  our  sons  with  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blessing  to  their  meat. 

S  The  changing  seasons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  j 
His  flakes  of  snow  like  woo!  he  sends, 
And  thus  the  springing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frost  he  strews  the  ground ; 
His  hail  descends  with  clatt'ring  sound 
Where  is  the  man  so  vainly  bold, 
WhoduTes  defy  his  dreadful  cold? 


P3ALM  147.  299 

5  He  bids  tlie  southern  breezes  blow ; 
Tup  ice  dissolves,  the  wavers  flow : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  liis  praise. 

6  To  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  shown  ; 
His  gospel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land :  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

PSALM  147.     Conimon  Metre. 

Ver.  7—9,  1.3—18. 

The  seasons  of  the  year. 

1  lirlTH  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

» \    Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  spreads  his  eloud, 
And  waters  veil  tlie  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  show'rs  of  blessings  down. 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  maiies  the  grass  the  mouatalns  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat; 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry ; 
But  man,  "A-ho  tastes  his  finest  wheat, 
Should  raise  his  honours  high. 

4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
Tlie  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  !x>und. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high, 

lie  pours  the  rattling  haii, 


300  PSALM  142 

The  wretch  who  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  louger  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

8  The  chiinging  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  \\'ord  ; 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  148.    Particular  Metre. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  TT'E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

JL    "With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  ofier  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright, 

In  worlds  of  light, 

Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
Witli  stars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move. 
By  his  supreme  command. 

He  sjmke  the  word, 
A5>i  all  their  frame. 


! 


PSALM  148  301 


From  nothing  came 
To  praise  the  Lord. 
ie  movVi  their  mighty  wheeU 
[n  unknown  agf  s  past 
'An'\  each  his  voril  fulfils 
While  time  rvA  nature  last. 
In  dirt' 'rent  ways 
His  woi-ks  proclcdm 
His  wondrous  name, 
Aud  speak  his  praise. 
PAUSE. 
Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monsters  of  the  deep, 
The  fish  that  cleave  the  seas, 
Or  in  their  bosom  sleep  •, 
From  sea  and  shore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  still  display 
Their  ]\Iaker's  powV. 
[ye  vapours,  hail,  and  snow, 
Praise  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  stormy  win-is  that  blow, 
To  execute  his  word. 

VVIicn  lig^htnin^s  shine, 
Or  tliunders  roar, 
Let  earth  at'ore 
Bis  hand  divine. 
Ye  mouiitains  near  the  slues. 
With  lofty  oedars  there, 
Avid  trees  of  humbler  size, 
Tlmt  fruit  in  plenty  hear; 
Beasts,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flics,  aud  worms, 
In  vartovtf  forms, 
K-iult  his  name. 


302  PSALM  148. 

S»  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  iear 
The  Lord,  the  sov'reign  King ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  lionours  sing. 

Nor  let  tl»e  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  state, 

INlake  you  forget 

Iliij  pow'r  supreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 
To  sound  his  praise  divine. 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join. 

Wide  as  lie  reigns 
Ilis  name  be  sung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endless  strains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  i 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  taste  liis  love. 

While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise. 
His  saints  shall  raise 
liis  honours  high. 

PSALM  148.    Long  Metre. 

Paraphrased. 

Unhxrsal  praise  to  God. 

I    T   OUD  hallelujaho  to  the  Lord  |.tUvell ; 

JLi  From   distant  worlds    where   ciea.tures 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  solemn  word, 
Aad  sound  il  dreadful  dowu  to  helL 

Kote.  This  psalm  may  be  iuwg-  to  a  different 
metre,  ly  additig  tht  t.sjfnliuH3in:g  hhcs  'totver^j 
staiCit,  vi/. 


I  PSALM  148.  303 

I         Each  of  bis  wwks  his  name  displays, 
But  Ihey  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  pi-aise. 
'  2  The  Lord  .  how  absolute  be  reigns  1 
I     Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee ! 
I      8ing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  strains, 
And  speait  how  fierce  his  terroi-s  be. 

3  HI{jh  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An 'awful  throne  of  shining  bliss: 
Fly  through  the  world,  0  sun,  and  tell 
How  (lark  thy  beams  conipar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  and  his  fame 
In  sounds  of  dreadtul  praise  declare; 
And  the  sweet  whisper  of  his  name 
FIU  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire; 
Let  tlie  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea, 

In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 

6  Ye  flow'iy  plains,  proclaim  his  skill ; 
Vallies,  lie  low  before  his  eye ; 
And  let  his  praise  from  ev'ry  bill 
Rise  tunc-uil  to  the  neighbTing  sky. 

7  Ye  stubborn  oaks,  and  stately  pines, 
Beudyour  high  branches  and  adore; 
Fiaise  him,  ye  beasts,  in  diff 'rent  strains  ; 
The  lamb  mast  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

S  Birds,  ye  must  make  his  praise  your  themt^j 
Nature  demands  a  song  from  you ; 
While  the  dumb  fish  that  cut  the  stream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praises  too. 

9  Blortais,  can  yoi-.  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  sings, 
O  for  a  shout  from  old  and  younCj 
Frem  i.uvHble  swai^is,  and  loftv  Kihgs  I 


^04  PSALM  148. 

IQ  Wi^ie  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  liis  throne. 

11  JEHOyAH  !  'tis  a  g-lorious  word! 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue ! 

But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song/ 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  tl>9  Lord. 

PSALM  148.     Short  Metre. 

Universal  praise. 

1  T  ET  ev'ry  creature  join 
JLa  To  praise  th'  eternal  God  *, 

Ye  heav'nly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  v/ith  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, 

Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 
S      He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

4  Ye  va\x)urs,  when  ye  rise. 
Or  fall  in  show'rs  of  snow, 

Ye  thunders,  niurm'ring  round  the  skies, 
His  pow'r  ajui  glory  show. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flashing  fire,     - 
Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  cOBspire 
To  execute  his  woreh. 


PS  AIM  US. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
His  honours  be  cxprestj 

But  saints,  who  taste  his  savnig  mve. 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 
PAUSE  I. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
Thev  owe  their  Mal;er  praise ; 

Praise" him,  ye  wat'17  worlds  below . 
And  monsters  of  the  seas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  sky 
Let  his  high  praise  resound, 

From  humble  shrubs  and  cedars  lu'^h. 
Aud  vdles  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood. 

And  tamer  beasts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praise. 

10  Ye  birds  cf  lofty  wing-, 
On  high  bis  praises  bear, 

Or  sit  on  flow'iy  boughs  and  sing 
Your  I\Iaker's  glory  there. 

1 1  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms. 
His  various  wisdDm  show  ; 

And  flies,  in  all  your  shining  swarms. 
Praise  him  who  drest  you  so. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  exprest; 

But  saints,  who  know  his  heav'nly  gracts 
Should  learu  to  praise  him  best. 
PAUSE  IL 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  comnumd, 
Praise  ye  th'  eternal  King ; 

Judges,  adore  that  sov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  vour  honours  spring; 
U 


f.OG  PSALM  149. 

1 4    Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  sound  his  praises  high  ; 
W'liiie  growing:  babes,  and  with'ring  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 
■"o    IJniJed  j.eal  be  shown 

I!ls  wondrous  fame  to  raise 
God  is  the  Lord  •,  his  name  alon? 
Deserves  our  endless  praise. 
'      Let  nature  join  with  art, 
.'uid  all  pronounce  him  blest ; 
:  sf.ints,  who  dwell  .so  near  his  heart, 
': !;  --'id  s'vr:'^  his  praises  best. 

?    ALfl  1^9.     Common  Metre. 

^.wic.Gon.  c'l  his  saints  ;  or,  the  sainis  judgini; 
the  xvorld. 

1     A  LL  y^  t'lsf  'o've  the  Lord,  rejoice. 
jHa.  And  let  yoisr  songs  be  new ; 
Amidst  the  church  with  cheerful  yoic^ 
His  later  wonders  show. 
?__TJie  .Tews,  the  people  of  his  gratjf 
Sliall  their  Redeemer  sing-, 
And  Gentfle  nations  join  the  prais*^ 
V/hile  Zion  owns  her  King. 
R  The  Loi'd  takes  pleasure  in  the  juit, 
Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  : 
Tlie  meek,  that  lie  despis':*  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 
4  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  their  K^r^g, 
E'en  on  a  dying  hvA  ; 
And  like  the  souls  in  g'ory  sing, 
For  God  shall  raise  (he  dead. 
6  Then  his  high  praise  shall  fdl  their  tongues, 
Their  hands  shall  wield  the  sword ; 
An;l  vengeance  shall  attend  their  songs. 
The  vengeance  of  the  L'Jrd. 


PSALM  150.  307 

6  When  Christ  bis  judg-raent  seat  ascends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  shall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel ; 
And  join  the  sentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  sinners.,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumphs  jhall  afford  5 
Such  honour  for  the  saints  remauis ; 
Praise  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM  150.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  1,  2,  6. 

A  song  of  j>rahe. 
1  TN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise; 
J.  His  grace  he  there  reveals, 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 
i  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 
While  j'ou  rehearse  his  deeds  •, 
But  the  great  worli  of  saving-  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 
3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Troclaini  your  Maker  blest 5 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  praise  hira  best. 


303  DOXOLOGIES. 

THE  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Fatlie;-,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Ee  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd. 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre. 

Where  the  tune  includes  two  stanzas. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word. 
And  new  creating  breath. 

II. 

To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
And  saints  that  dwell  below. 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


N 


DOXOLOGIES.  309 

Particular  Metre. 
OW  to  the  gi-eat  and  sacred  Three, 
^  ,    The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  giv'n, 
Throuffh  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
I?v  alUhe  angels  near  the  throne, 
'And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  hear  n. 

Particular  Metre 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praise : 
With  all  o"ur  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King-, 
Thy  name  .ve  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


TABLE 

To  find  any  P<idlm  by  the  first  line. 
A. 

ALL  ye  that  love  tlie  Lord  rejoice    -    -  306 

Alrnigbty  Ruler  of  the  skies    -    -    -  13 

Amidst  thy  wrath  remember  love    -    -    -  79 

Among- th' assemblies  ot"  the  great    •    -    -  161 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods     ...  368 

And  will  the  God  of  grace      -----  162 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  ibois        -    -    -    -  1 12 

Are  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown      -    -  28 

Arise,  ray  gracious  God      - Z^ 

Awake,  ye'saints,  to  praise  yoar  King       -  275 

B. 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  sky  ......  29 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love    -  72 

Behold  the  morning  sun      -.-..-  40 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone      -    -    .  236 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant  Lord    ...  247 

Bless,  0  niy  soul,  the  living  God      ...  £02 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace      -    -     -    .    .  272 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know     -  172 

Blesi  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart    -    -    -  23f« 

Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest    -    -         -  63 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  bowels  move    -    -  8G 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place        -  S 

Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord    -         -  65 

c 

CHILDREN  in  years,  and  kuowledrje 
young    -        ■  ,  ■ 


3i2  TABLE. 

Page. 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  -  70 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise     -    -  -  189 

<'f. me,  sound  his  praise  abroad    -    -    .  -  18S 

(JoDsider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord    -    -    -  -  251 

D. 

OAVIDrejoic'd  in  God  his  strength  -  45 

Deep  in  our  heaits  let  us  record  -  -  13» 

E. 

71 ARLY,  ray  God,  Tvithout  delay       -  -  120 

'  Exalt  the  Lord  o-jr  God       -'  .    .  -  195 


.E 


171 AR  as  thy  name  is  know  a      -    -    -    -  96 

Father,  I  biess  thy  gentle  hand    -    -  254 

Father,  I  sing  Ihy  wondrous  grace        -     -  137 

Finn  and  unmov'd  are  they    -----  263 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  -  59 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say    -    -  27 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord       -    .    -    -  291 

For  ev^v  shall  my  song  i-ecord    -    -    -    -  170 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name       -    .    -  216 

I'rora  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies     -    -  2S4 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts  269 

G. 

("i  IVE  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  above  215 

T  Give  thanks  (o  God,  invoke  his  name  211 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  sov'reign  Lord    -  276 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high    -    -    -    -  273 

!nve  to  our  God  immortal  praise     ...  2fiO 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame    -    -    -  53 

God  in  his  earthlv' temple  lays    -    -    -    -  169 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints     -    -    -    -  93 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope      -    -    -  146 


TABLE.  313 

Page. 
God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth    -    -    1,4 1 

God  of  eternal  love 214 

God  of  my  life,  look  g-esitly  down    ...      82 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise      -    -    -  220 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King    -    -  123 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  -    -    .    -  275 

Great  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might     -  224 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 95 

Great  God  attend,  while  Zion  sings      -    -  164 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove    -    -  15S 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim       -  122 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway    •    -    -  142 
Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  order'd  fi-ame    42 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel     -    -    -    -  359 

H. 

HAD  not  tlie  Lord,  may  Israel  say    -    -  261 

Happy  is  he  tliat  tears  the  Lord        -  226 

Happy  tue  city  where  their  sons                 -  291 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God    -    -    .  62 

Happy  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet    -    -  4 

Hear  me,  0  God,  nor  bide  thy  face       -    -  199 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  visionsaid    -    -    -  172 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail    -    -    -  24 

He  reigns,  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns    -  192 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God    -    -    -  180 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God    -    .    -  7S 

How  awful  is  ihy  chast'ning  rod      -    -    -  154 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear    -    .    -  259 

How  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise   -    -  80 

How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain      -    -  26 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face    -    -  ^ 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair      -    -    .  IGS 

How  pleasant  'lis  to  see      -....,  27S 


314  TABLE. 

Page. 
llovr  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I  -  .  -  -  -  260 
How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  -  242 


IF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost    -    -    -  265 

If  God  to  build  the  house  deny    -    -    -  ih. 

I  lift  my  soul  to  Gcd       -.-.-.-  m 

I'll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  -    -    -  69 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath   -    -  296 

I  love  the  Lord :  he  heard  my  cries      -    -  232 

I'll  speak  the  honours  of  my  Kiug-    -    -    -  90 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee    -    -    -  283 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not    ...    -  13 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise  -  307 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known      -    -    -  131 

Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth    ....  60 

I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face   -    .    -    -    -  32 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart       ....  269 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand      -    -    -  201 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord        .    -    -    .  33 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high    ...    -  £3 

J. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  •,  he  dwells  in  light  -  184 

Jpsus  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne      -  222 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun    ...  143 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come       -    -  194 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways      -  65 

Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws       .    -  117 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word    -    .  37 


L. 

ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise  191 

Let  all  the  heathen  w  riters  join    -  -    246 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds      -  -     155 


L 


TABLE.  315 

Page. 

Let  ev'ry  creatui-e  join 304 

let  ev'i-y  tongxie  thy  goodness  speak    -    -  294 

Let  God  arise  in  all  bis  migbt      .    -     -    -  13i2 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son      -    -  SOS 

Let  sinners  take  their  course  -    -    -    -  114 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice      -    -    -    -  201 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice       93 

Let  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God       -    -    -  293 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name    -    -    -  293 

Lord,  hast  thou  cast  the  nation  off    -    -    -  118 

Lord  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove  ^    -  34 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin      -    -    -  109 

Lord,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes     ....  14 

Lord,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right     -    -  244 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults    -    -  178 

Lord,  if  thou  dost  not  soon  appear    -         -  23 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  woi-d  my  choice    -  246 

Lord,  in  the  moming'lhou  shalt  heai*    -    -  12 

Lord,  I  wll  bless  thee  all  my  days   -    -    -  67 

Lord,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress  -    -  111 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above -165 

Lord  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind    -  167 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  ci-y  -    -  235 
Lord,  thou  hast  setu'ch'd  and  seen  me 

through 282 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere     -    -  36 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray    -    -  11 

Lord, 'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand   -    -    -  183 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old      -  88 

Lord,  what  a  fe^-bie  piece 179 

Lord,  what  a  luoughtless  wretch  was  I     -  1 46 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man    -    -  291 

JLord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er     -    -  287 


316  TABLE. 


Lord,  when  Ihou  didst  ascend  on  high 
Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord      -      -    - 
Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner  stone    -    - 
Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight  -    -    - 

M. 

MAKER  and  sov'reign  Lord  -    -  - 
Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  song 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 

My  God,  accept  ray  early  vows    -    -  - 

My  God,  consider  my  distress      -    -  - 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears    -  - 

My  God  in  whom  are  all  the  springs  - 

My  God,  ray  everlasting  hope      -    -  - 

My  God,  my  Ki)ig,  thy  various  praise  - 

My  Gc;l,  permit  my  tongue     -    -    -  - 

My  God  the  steps  of  pious  men    -    -  . 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel    -  - 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name    -    -  - 

My  nevs^r  ceasing  song  shall  show   -  - 

'My  refuse  is  the  God  of  love  -    -    -  - 
aiy  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God 

fliy  Saviour  and  Hiy  King  -    ,    -    -  - 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend     -  - 

My  shepherd  is  the  living  Lord    -    -  - 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need  -  - 

My  soul,  how  lo\  ely  is  the  place       -  - 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  ihe  dust      -  - 

BIy  soul,  repeat  his  praise   -    -    -    -  - 

I\Iy  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise    -  - 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone    -    -    -  - 

My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord      -  - 

My  trust  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend   -  - 


TABLE.  317 

N. 

Page. 

NO  sleep  nor  slumber  to  his  eyes     -    -  271 

Not  to  oursel/es  who  are  birt  dust    -  229 

Not  to  our  names  thsu  only  just  and  true  231 

Now  be  my  heart  inspir'd  to  sing    -    .    -  91 

No'-v  from"  the  roarhig  lion's  rage    -    -    -  47 

Now  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind    .    -  144 

Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear        -    -    -  136 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record      -    -  48 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace     -  44 

Now  plead  my  cause,  almighty  God     -    -  71 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid      -    -  130 

Now  to  ihe  great  and  sacred  three       -  S09 

0. 

OALL  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord    -    -  234 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 63 

0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 205 

Of  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing      ....  198 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy     -----  94 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries      -    -    -  113 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness    -    -    -  10 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call      ....  112 

O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs    ,    -    -  186 

O  happy  man  whose  soul  is  fiU'd      -    -    -  268 

0  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord      -    -    -  67 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law      .    -    .    -    -  113 

O  Lord  hov^  many  are  my  foes    -    -    .    .  10 

O  Lord  our  heav'niy  King 1§ 

O  Lord,  our  God,  how  wondrous  great      -  17 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways      -  248 

O  that  thy  statutes  ev'ry  hour      ...    -  252 

0  thou  that  bear'st  when  sinners  cry    -    -  110 


318  TABLE. 

Page. 

O  tliou,  whose  gi-ace,  and  justice  reiga     -  261 

O  thou,  whose  justice  reigns  on  high    -    -  115 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past    -    -    -    -  176 

Our  land,  O  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise      -  44 

Out  of  tlie  deeps  of  long  distress       -    -    -  263 

O  what  a  stifi' rebellious  house    -    -    -    -  156 

F. 

PRAISE  waits  inZion,  Lord,  for  thee   -  127 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name    -  274 

Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  nrjy  lieart  shall  join   -  2a& 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raise   -    -  297 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  neeci      -    -  80 

R. 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord    -  49 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state    -  174 

lletuni,  0  God  of  love,  return      -    -    -    -  179 

S 

SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh      -    -    -  163 

Save  me,  O  God,  the  swelling  floods    -  134 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe      -    -    -  32 

See  what  a  living  stone      ..----  237 

Show  pity.  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive   -    -    -  103 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  this  our  land    -    -  131 

Sing  all  the  nations,  to  the  Lord    -        -     -  129 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 160 

Sing- to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name    »    -    -  187 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice   -    -    -  i97 

Sing  to  tlie  Lord,  re  distant  lands    -    -    -  190 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong      -    -    -  123 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  say     -    -    -    -  57 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God       -     -    -    -  147 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace    -    -    -  293 

Sweet  is  tlse  work,  ray  God,  my  King      -  182 


TABLE.  S19 
T. 

TEACII  me  the  measure  of  my  days    -  8  J 

Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high    -  193 

That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe    -    -  224 

The  earlli  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  -    -    -    -  51 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength      -  35 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns    ------  195 

The  God  of  glory  sends^is  summons  forth  104 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd    -----  SOS 

The  God  of  our  s'alvatior.  hears    -    -    -    -  12-5 

The  heavens  declare  thy  gloi-y,  Lord    -    -  41 

The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face   -    -  92 

The  Lord  appears  niy  helper  now   -    -    -  235 

The  Lord,  liow  wondrous  are  his  ways      -  203 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  192 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns    ---.-.  185 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is  -----    -  51 

The  Lord  of  g'.ory  is  my  light      -    -    -    -  56 

The  Lord  of  gloiy  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  1 84 
The  Lord  the  Judge,  before  his  throne      -  99 
The  Lord  the  Judo-e  his  churches  warns  101 
The  Lord  the  sov'reigi)  Kit/g       -    .    -    .  206 
The  Lord,  the  sov'reign,  sends  his  sum- 
mons forth    --------  102 

The  man  is  ever  blest     -------  4 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  f  r  thee    -    -    .  124 

The  winders,  LorcJ^thy  love  has  wrought  85 

Tiunk  mighty  God,  on" feeble  man   -    -    -  175 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made      -    -  231 

This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's      -    -  o2 

Thou  art  my  portion,  ()'  my  God      -    -    -  241 

Tbou  God  of  Love,  tiiou  ever  blest  -    -    -  235 


320  TABXE. 

Page. 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord      -  !S6 

Through  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God      -     -    .  175 

Thus  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord       -    .    -  80 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  the  spacious  fields    -  100 

Thus  sailh  the  Lordi  your  work  is  vain     -  84 

Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spake    -    -    -    -  221 

Thus  the  gi-eat  Lord  of  earth  and  sea  -    -  222 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  0  Lord    -    -    -  246 

Thy  name,  almig-hty  Lord      ...    -    -  234 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord    -    -    -  218 

■'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand  127 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice    -    -  153 

To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known     -     -  288 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son     -    -    -  SOS 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 309 

To  God  the  g-reat,  the  ever  bless'd    -    -    -  213 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes      -    -    -  257 

To  our  almighty  Maker  God      -      -    -    -  194 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light    .-    -    -  240 

To  thee,  most  holy,  and  most  high   -    -    -  150 

To  thine  Almighty  arm  we  owe       -    .    -  88 

'Twas  for  our  sake,  eternal  God       •>    -    -  138 

-Twas  fiom  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came     -  2S4 

'Twas  in  the  w-atches  of  the  night    -    -    -  121 

V.  u. 

AIN  man,  on  fooUsIi  pleiisures  bent  •  jjlS 

Unshaken  as  the  sacrea  hill     -    -    .  zG2 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say  -    -    -  267 

Up  to  the  hilfs  I  lift  mine  eyes     ...    -  25P 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes      - 25S 

w. 

E  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good   -  13S 

We  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore    •  37 


V 


w 


TABLE.  oili 

rag-e. 

What  shall  I  render  to  iny  God ''3'> 

When  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend    -  -01 

When  God  is  iii"?h,  my  faith  is  strong-      -  Si 

When  God,  provok'd  by  daring  crimes      •  2U* 

When  God  restor'il  our  captive  stele    -     -  268 

When  God  rever.rd  his  g-racious  name      -  264 

When  Israel  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand   -  22i» 

When  Israel  sins,  the  Lord  reproves    -    -  157 

When  I  with  pleasing  v.onder  iland    -     -  28o 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin      ....  7a 

When,  overwhelm'd  with  grief ,  -    -    •    -  Di' 

When  pain  and  anguish  seize  me.  Lord    -  254 

Wlien  tl)e  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just  20 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found         ...  c4 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find    .    -  270 

While  I  keep  silence,  and  conceal    -    -     -  64 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways      -  74 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heav'nly  place    -    •  29 

Wio  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill 28 

Who  will  arise  and  plead  my  right       -  187 

AVhy  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  7 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay           -    -  ih. 

Why  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor         -    -  99 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast  -    -    -  77 

Why  doth  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far      -    -  2i 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow    ...  97 

Why  has  my  God  my  soul  forsook    ...  46 

Why  should  I  vex  my  soul,  to  fret  -    -    -  76 

Will  God  for  ever  cast  us  off  -    •    -    -    .  l  -12 

With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue    -  281 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind  ...  iS 

With  my  whole  heai't  I'll  raise  my  song    -  19 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face  250 

With  rev'rsnce  let  the  saints  appear          -  171 
_                                    X 


Ut  TABLE. 

W  .b  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud    -  299 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God    -    .  2l7 

Y. 

1^  E  angels  round  the  throne    -    -    .    .  3O8 

JL    Ye  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice   -    -    -  66 

Ve  islands  of  the  northern  sea      -    .    .    .  J93 

Ye  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice    -    -    -     .  49G 

Ye  servants  of  th'  Almighty  King     -    -    -  228 

Ye  sons  of  men.  a  feeble  race      ....  18I 

Ye  sons  of  pnde,  that  hate  the  just  -    -    -  9S 

Yfi  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord     -    -    -  227 

Ye  Ihat  obey  th'  immortal  King   -    -    .    -  274 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join 300 

Yof,  saith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race  ...  173 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

IN  THREE  BOOKS. 


1.  COLLECTfiD  KROM  THE  SCBIPTURE; 
n.  COMPOSED  ON  DIVISfE  SUBJECTS. 
III.  PREPARED  FOR  THE  LORD's  SUPFEF 


Et"  ISAAC  WATTb,  D.  I). 


And  they  sung  a  new  Song,  say i  og,  thou  art  wor- 
thy, &c.  for  thou  wast  slain,  and  hast  redeemed 
ns,  &,c.  Rev.  v.  9 

Soliti  essent  (t.  e.  Christiani)  cciu  enire,  carmen 
que  Christo  quasi  Deo  dicere. 

Piinius  in  Episl. 


STEREOTYPED  BT  B.  AND  .T.  COLLIKS. 


HYMNS. 


BOOK  I. 

COLLECTED   FROM  THE    HOLY    SCRli 
TURES. 

HYMN  1.    Common  Metre. 

A  new  song  ta  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

Rev.  V.  6,8,9-12. 

1  T>EHOLD  ibe  srlories  of  the  L&xah, 
JL!>  Amidst  his  Father's  throne : 
Prepare  new  honcuri  for  his  narae, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  al  his  fecJ, 

The  church  adore  aiound, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  pray'rs  of  all  the  saints, 

Aad  these  the  Lyrans  they  raise : 
Jesus  is  kind  t'>  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 

Into  Ihy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  tlio  Sou  slxali  take  that  Book, 
And  open  ev'ry  seal  ? 
a  Ke  shall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 
The  San  deserves  it  well ; 
L'o,  in  his  hand  the  sov'  reign  keys 
(Tf  Irnjv'fH  and  death,  anxl  Kell ' 


4  HYMN  2.  BooKl. 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid ; 
Salvation,  glor}',  joy  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blooil, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free ; 
Hast  raade  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 

Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promib'd  hour. 

HYMN  2.    Long  Metre. 

The  Deity  and  Humanily  of  Ckrist. 
John  i.  1,  S,  14.  Coi.  i.  IC.  &  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 
J   "B71  RE  the  Line  hea  v'ns  were  stretch'dabroad, 
JLl  From  everlasting  was  the  Word; 
With  God  he  -.vas ;  the  Word  was  Goil, 
And  must  divinely  ba  adorM. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made  ; 
By  him  supported,  all  things  stand*, 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  "head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  comniand. 

3  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  satan  fell. 
He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 
i  But  lo,  lie  Ir-aves  those  heav'niy  forms  ; 
The  Word  descends  and  dv/ells  in  clay. 
Tinil  he  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 
Dress'd  in  such  feeble  fiesh  as  ihey. 

6  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eienral  Faths.  ^  (.-nly  Son 


BooKl.  HYMNS. 

How  full  of  truth !  bow  full  of  grace ! 

"When  through  his  flesh  the  Godhead  shone  I 
6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 

The  glories  of  ImiBanuel. 

HYMN  3.    Short  Metie. 
The  nativity  of  dirist.  Luke  i.  30.  &.C.— ii.  10,  to 

1  "OEHOLD  the  grace  appears, 
S3  The  promise  is  fulfiU'd  •, 

Mary  the  wondrous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  chiSd. 

2  [The  Lord,  the  highest  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son ; 

He  Uds  him  rule  the  lands  abroF.d. 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  shall  he  reign 
With  a  peculJEV  sway ; 

The  nations  shall  his  grace  obfahi, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  5 

He  tells  the  shepherds  of  their  joyS; 
And  banishes  their  fears. 

5  "  Go,  humble  swains,"  said  he, 
"  To  David's  city  fly  ; 

The  promis'd  infant,  bora  to-day, 
Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  With  look?  and  heart  serene, 
Go  visit  Christ  your  King  ;" 

And  straight  a  flaming  troop  was  seen 
Top  sheplwriSs  heard  them  sing. 


f,  HYiMN  4.  Book  1. 

7      "  Glory  to  God  on  high ! 

And  h'eav'niy  peace  on  earth, 
.'.'nod  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 
1      [la  vvorsbip  so  divine. 

Let  samts  employ  t\\'i'\r  tong'up.s. 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  joir;, 
And  loud  repeal  their  songs ; 
-<      "  Glory  to  God  on  liigh  I 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  ang-els  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth."] 
HYMN  4.   Referred  to  the  2d  Psalm. 
HYMNS.    CoiTimon  Metre.  _ 

Suhmi!>sion  to  a/ftictive  providenas.    Job  i,  21. 

1  TVfAlvED  as"frorA  the  eart!i  we  came, 
1^    And  crept  to  life  at  first. 

"IVe  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy. 

And  fondly  c;ill  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrowed  now, 

To  be  repaid  anon. 
J  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  •, 
He  gives,  and  (blessed  be  his  name  1) 

lie  takes  but  what  he  gave. 
4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then  ; 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  siieut  at  his  sov'reign  will, 

^^d  ev'ry  murraur  die. 
p  If  «tniling  mercy  crown  our  Jives, 

Its  ptaises  shall  be  spread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 

Tkat  strikes  oar  cotnlotts  dead. 


BooKl.  HYMN  6,  7.  7 

HYMN  6.    Common  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death.    Job  -six.  25,  26,  27. 

1  f^  REAT  God,  I  own  the  sentence  just, 
1j  And  nature  mast  decay  •, 

I  vield  myt>od.v  to  the  dust. 
To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o"er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 
S  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  shall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  seat, 
And  "death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanquJsh'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devom-  my  skin, 

And  gnaw  my  wasting  fiesh, 
When  God  shall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afresh. 

5  Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face 

With  strong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feast  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 
HYMN  7.    Common  Metre. 

The  iuvitntion  of  the-^gospel ;  or,  xpirituai  foSA 
and  clothing.    Isa.  Iv.  1,  2,  kc. 

1  "S"  prr  ev'ry  mortal  ear  att^SJ, 
JLi  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 

With  aii  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souLs, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
Ani4  vainly  strive  with  earthly  tDys 
To  fill  aa  empty  mind  -. 


8  HYMN  8,  Book 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prppar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
Tlie  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho '.  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away,  and  die  ,• 
Here  you  may  f[uench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  ol  1  "ve  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  not  liide  your  sin : 

7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  mls'ries  are. 
And  boundless  as  our  sins  ' 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day : 
Lord,  we  armjfcvn.e  to  seek  supplies, 
And  driveour  wants  away. 

HYMN  8.    Common  Metre. 

T'he  scifbiy  and  protection  of  the  church- 
Is;i.  XXV  J.  1—6. 


H 


GW  honovM-able  is  the  plnce, 
Where  we  adoring  stantl ; 


BooKl.  HYMN  9. 

Zioo,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  I 

2  Bulwarks  of  niis^hty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  v/echveil  •, 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  She  everlasting  gates,  ♦•^ 

The  doors  Avide  open  fling ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  uniningl'd  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 

Eternal  as  his  years. 
G  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  li'.^L  ; 

His  arm  shall  luring  them  low  : 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 

Their  lofty  heads  shall  bow. 
7  On  Babjlon  our  feet  shall  tread 

In  that  rejoicing  hour; 
The  ruins  of  I]er  walls  shall  spread 

A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

HYMN  9.     ComiYiS^n  Metre. 

The  promises  of  the  covenant  of  grace. 
Lsa.  Iv.  i,  2.  Zech.  xiii,  1.  Micah  vii.  19. 
Ezek.  xxAvi.  25,  &c. 
I  "IN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 
X  To  gather  empty  wind , 
11;  J  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 


10  HYJVIN  9.  Boos 

2  Come,  and  the  Lord  shall  feed  our  souls 

With  more  substantial  meat, 
With  such  as  saints  in  glory  love, 
With  such  as  angels  eat 

3  Our  God  will  evVy  want  supply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  covenant  and  Uy  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  souls, 

And  wash  aw<iy  our  stains, 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins.  * 

5  [Our  guilt  shall  vanish  all  away, 

Though  black  as  heil  before ; 

Our  sill  shall  sink  beneath  iiji  sea, 

And  sjiall  be  found  no  nioi'e. 

6  And  Jest  poliulioA  should  o'srspread 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  Spirit  shall  bedew  our  souls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty,  stubborn  thiiig, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  Ids  wratb, 
Shall  be  dissolv'd  by  love. 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 

That  would  not  be  relin'd ; 
And,  from  tlie  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Eestow  a  softer  niind. 

9  Tiiere  ?hall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 

Anil  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  souls 
To  swift  obedience  draw. 
1.0  Thus  will  he  poar  salvation  down. 
Ami  we  shaM  render  pralst ; 


Book  I.  HtMN  10.  11 

We  the  dear  poofrfe  of  his  love, 
And  be  our  God  of  grace. 

HYMN  10.    Short  iMede. 

The  blessedness  nf  gospel  times  /  or,  the  revelation 

of  Clirist  to  Jeius  and  Gentiles. 

Isa.  V.  2,  7,  8,  9,  to.    Matt.  xiii.  16, 17. 

1  TTOW  beauteous  are  tlicir  feet, 
Jtl  Who  stand  on  Zior.'s  hill  ' 

Wlio  bring  salvation  on  tbeir  tODgues, 
And  vords  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

"  ZioR,  bciiold  thy  Savicmr  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

5  How  happ3'  are  ciu"  ears. 
Tliat  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Wliich  kings  and  prophets  waiied  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  5 

4      How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heav'nly  light ; 
Prophets  and  king's  desii'd  H  Jong, 
But  died  without  the  sight  1 

6  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6      The  Lord  nialies  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  ev'iy  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  aad  Iheir  God-  : . 


12  HYMN  11,  12.         Book  1. 

HYMN  11.    Long  Metre. 

The  humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reason  hum- 
bled ;  or,  the  sovereignty  of  grace. 
Luke  X.  21,  22. 

1  nnHERE  was  an  hour  when  Christ  rejoic'tl, 

X    And  spoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praise  ; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  seas. 

2  I  thank  thy  sov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
That  crowns  my  doctriuo  with  success ; 
And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
The  heights,  and  breadths,   and   lengths  ot 

grace. 

3  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 
From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might ; 
The  prince  of  darkness  blinds  their  eyes, 
And  their  own  pride  resists  the  light. 

4  Father,  'tis  thus,  because  thy  will 
Chose  and  ordain'd  it  should  be  so ; 
'Tis  thy  delight  f  abase  the  proud, 
And  lay  the  haughty  scomer  low. 

5  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
But  those  who  learn  it  from  the  Son ; 
Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

6  Then  let  our  souls  adore  our  God, 
That  deals  his  graces  as  he  please  5 
Jlor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 
Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees." 

HYMN  12.    Common  Metre. 
Free  grace  in  revealing  Christ.    Luke  X.  21. 
1    T  ES  US,  the  man  of  constant  %vie£, 
tJ   A  moi\rner  all  his  days ; 


Book  1.         HYMN  13.  13 

His  spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praise : 

2  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wondrous  love, 

That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 
To  men  unlearned ;  and  to  babes 
Hast  made  thy  gospel  known. 

3  The  myst'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

Are  hidden  from  the  wise : 
While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nings  join 
To  swell  and  blind  their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'o  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grice 
By  his  own  sov'reign  will, 

HYIMN  13.    Long  Metre. 

Tht  Son  of  God  inearnate  ;  or,  the  titles  and  the 
kingdom  of  Christ.     Isa.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 


1  FTIHE  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay, 
.1.  Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Jfations  that  sat  in  death's  cold  shade, 


Are  bless'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 
2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born ; 

Behold  th'  expected  Child  appear  I 

What  shall  his  names  or  titles  be  .' 

'^  The  WONDERFUL,  the  COUNSELLOR  1'' 
J,  [Tliis  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 

Come  to  be  suckled  and  ador'd  ; 

Th'  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 
4  The  government  of  earth  and  seas 

Upon  bis  shoulders  shall  be  laid  •, 

His  wide  dominions  shall  increase, 

And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 


14  HYMN  14  BooKl. 

5  Jesus,  tbe  holy  Child,  shall  sit 

High  on  his  lather  David's  throne ; 

Shall  crush  his  foes  beneath  his  feet. 

And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

HYMN  14.     Long  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  faith  ;  or,  Chrises  unchangeable 
love.   I!o2i.  viii.  SS,  &.C. 

1  T'fT'HO  sliall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 

V  V    'Tis  God  ibat  justifies  their  souls : 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  hins  divittely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Christ  that  sufter'd  in  then:  stead  ; 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead  I 
S  lie  lives!  he  lives!  and  sits  above, 
Fcr  ever  intercedhig  there  i 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love. 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair .' 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
I"an)jne,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  i* 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hnth  an  overcoming  pow'r ; 
Ii  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour : 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove. 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 


jooKl.  HYMN  15,  16.  M- 

HY3IN  15.    Lon^  Metre. 

Our  cwn  ■weahxtss,  and  Christ  our  stren^lh. 
2  Cor.  xii.  7,  9,  10. 

LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
«  Streng-tli  shall  be  equal  (o  tby  day  " 

Then  I"ll  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 

Leaning-  on' all-sufficient  grace. 
fc  T  glory  in  infirmitj', 

That  Christ's  own  pow'r  may  rest  on  me ; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  ami  strong", 

Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 
S  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  besir 

All  su/5'  'rings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 

Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 

WJiile  his  left  hand  my  head  sustain?. 

4  But,  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  "the  worlc  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  risf , 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

5  So  Samson,  when  his  hair  was  lost, 
Met  the  Philistines  to  his  cost  j 

Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  sad  surprise. ' 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  lost  his  eyes. 

HYMN  16.     Common  Metre. 

Hosanna  to  Ckrut.    Matt.  xxi.  9.    Luke  xii 

38,  40. 

1  TTOSANNA  ro  the  royal  Son 
JUL  Of  David's  aucient  liiial 
His  natures  tcvo,  his  person  one. 

Mysterious  and  divir.'». 

2  The  Root  of  David  here,  we  find, 

And  Offspring  is  the  same ; 
Etamity  and  time  are  joio'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 
Y 


10  HYiMN  17,  18.  Book  1 . 

3  Bless'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  raea 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n ! 
Ilosannas  of  the  highest  strain 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  giv'n ' 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

Th'  hosanna  on  lueir  tongues, 
Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  rite,  and  break 
Their  silence  into  songs- 

HYMN  17.    Common  iMetre. 
Victory  over  death.     1  Cor.  sv.  55,  &c. 
t  f^  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
\J  To  cheer  my  dying  )iours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  death. 
And  all  his  frightful  powVs. 
2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  should  sing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boasted  vict'iy,  grave  f 
And  where  thfi  monster's  sting  ■"' 
J  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  secure ; 
Death  hath  no  sting  beside ; 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  pow'" 
But  Christ  my  ransom,  died. 
4  Now  to  the  God  of  victoiy 
Immortal  than'KS  be  paid. 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors,  w'nile  we  die, 
Throug*-!  Christ  our  living  head. 

HYMN  18.    Common  Metre. 
Blessed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord. 

Rev.  xiv.  13.  [claims 

i  TrjEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  pro- 
mJL   For  all  the  pious  dead ; 
Bweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 


Book  1.  HYMxN  19.  H 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd ; 

How  kind  their  slunibers  are  I 
From  suff'riiigs  and  frim  sins  seleas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev  i  y  snara. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 
HYMN  19.     Common  Metre. 
The,  son<r  of  Simeon ;  or,  death  made  desirahle. 

Luke  ii.  27,  &c. 
i  T  ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
M_A  As  happy  "Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same  ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  clasp'tl  the  holy  child  1 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  ci7'd  ; 

"  Behold  thy  servant  dies  ! 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation.  Lord, 
And  close  niy  peaceful  eyes. 

4  This  is  the  Light  prepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands  •, 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 

To  break  their  slavish  bands." 
o  [■  Jesus .  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  ovf  rpow'ring  charms  ' 
Scarce  shall'l  ieel  death's  cold  enibiace. 

If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 
6  Then,  wh'le  ye  hear  my  heartstrings  break. 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 

And  glorv  in  my  so'iL' 


13  HYMN  20,  21.         Book  . 

HYMN  20.    Common  Metre. 

Sjjiritual  apparel ;  inmely,  the  robe  of  righteou. 

ness,  and  gan.tents  of  salvation, 

Isa.  Ixi.  10. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue, 
.ra.  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 

111  Gcd,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'lis  he  adoni'd  ray  naked  sou!, 

And  made  salvation  mine  j 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  An'J  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  mj  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  xvrougLt 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  liow  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear ! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine  '■ 
How  white  the  garments  are.' 
.1  The  Spuit  wrought  my  faith  and  love ! 
And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace ; 
But  Jesus  spent  bis  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteousness. 
6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array'd 
By  the  great  sacre<l  Tlirce ! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  prrJse 
Let  all  thy  powVa  agree. 

HYMN  21.    Ccui.non  Metre 

A  vision  of  the  Jringdom  of  Christ  among  nicn- 

Kev.  xxi.  1—4. 
1  T  0,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 
i.Ji  T9  our  believing  eyes .' 


Book  1.  HYMN  24.  19 

The  earth  and  seas  are  fass'd  away,' 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  resideSj 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adora'd  with  sfaiuing  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy. 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 

«  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 

Of  your  descendhig  King. 

4  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  bless'd  abode ; 
Men,  the  deer  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  teai'S 

From  ev'iy  weeping  eye ; 
And  i)aiiis,  a:id  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  lon^-,  dear  Saviour,  0  how  long 

Shall  fiiis  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time. 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
H lilNS  22,  23.    Reftrred  to  the  125th  Psalw 
HYMN  2'..    Long  Metre. 

The  rich  sinner  dying.     Psalm  xlix.  6,  9. 
Eccles.  viii.  8.    Job  iii.  14,  15. 

1  T  N  vain  tiie  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

J.  And  heap  their  shining  dust  in  vahi ; 
Look  down  and  scorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boast  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  ease 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe,  approaching  death 
from  gUtt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 


20  HYMN  25.  Book  1. 

3  Their  lingVing-,  their  unwilling  souls, 

Tlie  dismal  summons  must  obey, 

And  bid  a  long,  a  sad  farewell 

To  the  pale  lump  of  lifeless  clay. 
i  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 

Where  kings  and  slaves  have  equal  thrones  , 

Their  bones  without  distinction  lie 

Amongst  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 
The  rest  referred  to  the  49th  Psalm. 
HYMN  25.     I^ong  Metre. 
A  vision  of  the  Lamb.    Rev.  v.  6 — 9. 
1     A  LL  mortal  vanitiei  begohe, 

xjL  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears ; 

Behold  amidst  th'  eternal  throne, 

A  vision  of  the  Lamb  appears. 
'i  [Glory  his  fleecj'  robe  adorns, 

Blark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore ; 

Sev'n  are  bis  eyes,  and  sev'n  his  horos, 

To  speak  his  wisdom  and  his  pow'r. 

5  Lo,  he  receives  a  sealed  book 
From  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne ; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.] 

■i  All  the  assembling  saints  around 
ir'all  worshipping-  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  songs  of  gospel  sound 
Address  their  honours  to  his  name. 

.1  [The  joy,  the  shout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlasting  hills  ; 
"  Worthy  art  thou,  alone,"  they  cry, 
'•  To  read  the  book,  to  loose  the  sea's.'' 

6  Our  voices  join  the  hoav'niy  strain. 

And.  with  transporting  pleasure  singj 


Book  1.  HYMN  26.  21 

«  Worthy  tlie  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 
To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  I" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counsels,  deep  designs; 
His  grace  and  vengeance  shall  fuliil 
The  "peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  Last  redeem'd  our  souls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood^^ 

And  wretches,  that  did  once  rebel. 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthv  forever  is  the  Lord, 
That  died  for  treasons  not  his  own, 
By  ev"'rv  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dv'cU  upon  his  Father's  throne ! 

HYiMN  25.    Common  Metre, 

Hove  of  heaven  6v  tne  returrecthn  of  Christ. 
1  Pet. !.  3,  4,  5. 

1  "OLESS'D  be  the  everlasting  God, 
Sy  The  Father  of  our  Lord  ;^ 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prai&'d, 
His  majesty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Sou, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  oar  souis  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust, 
Yet  as  tlic  Lord  our  Saviour  rose. 
So  ail  his  foU'wers  must, 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserv'd  against  that  aay ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefil'vJ, 
And  cannot  waste  away 


^2  HYMN  27.  Book  I 

5  Saints  by  the  pow-r  of  God  are  kept 
Till  the  salvation  come ; 
We  \yalk  hyiaif.b,  as  strang-ers  here, 
Tiil  Christ  sball  call  us  home. 

JIYMN  27.     Common  Metre. 

Assurance  of  heaven  ;  or,  a  saint  prepared  to  die. 
2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  13. 

i   pTlkEATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 
L  !->'  And  bear  my  spirit  home; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slo'.v, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  i 

:.  V/Jth  heav'nly  weapons  I  Lave  fiought 
Thr  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Fiaislrd  ruy  course,  and  liept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward.] 

Ood  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  tade ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 

Shall  piar:e  it  on  my  head. 

4  JS'or  bath  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  : 
But  all  that  love  and  long-  to  see 
Th"  appearance  of  his  Son. 

b  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 
From  ev'ry  ill  design  5 
And  !o  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soulof  mine. 

5  Uod  is  my  everlasting  aid. 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vai'u 

To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

And  endless  praise.    Amen. 


BooKl.        HYMN  28,  29.  2 J 

HYMN  28.    Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Christ  over  the  eneynies  of  the 
churcL    Isa.  Ixiii.  1,2,  3,  tc. 

1  "fir HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 

?V    Comes  tiavelling  h\  state 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 
Av7ay  from  Bo/rfdi's  gate  ? 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  some  victorious  king; 
"  'Tis  I,  tlie  just,  th'  Almighty  One, 
That  your  salvation  bi-ing." 
S  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  saints  inquire, 
Why  tliine  apparel  red  ? 
And  all  thy  vesture  stain'd  like  those 
Who  in  the  wine  press  tread  ? 

4  "  I,  by  myself,  have  trod  the  press. 

And  ci  ush'd  ray  foes  alone ; 
My  wrath  has  struck  the  rebels  dead. 
My  fury  stamp'd  them  down. 

5  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

With  joyful  scarlet  stains: 
The  triumph  that  ray  raiment  wears 
Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veias. 

6  TLus  shall  the  natirjns  be  desti'oy'd 

That  dare  insult  my  saints  ; 
I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

HYIVIN  29.    Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Christ ;  or,  the  ruin  of  antichrist. 

Isa.  Ixiii.  4—7. 


I 


LIFT  my  banner,"  saith  th?  Lord, 
Where  antichrist  has  stood  ; 


24  HYMN  30.  Book  1 

The  city  of  my  gospel  foes 
Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 
2  My  heart  has  study'd  just  revenge, 
And  now  the  day  appears, 
The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  wipe  away  their  tears. 
S  Quite  weary  is  ray  patience  grown, 
And  bids  my  fuiy  go : 
Sw'ft  as  the  lightning  it  shall  move, 
And  be  a?  fatal  too. 
4lcairdf()r  helpers,  but  in  vain: 
Then  has  my  gospel  none  ? 
Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
To  crush  my  foes  alone. 

5  Slaughter,  and  ray  devouring  sward. 

Shall  walk  the  streets  around, 
Babel  shall  reel  beneath  my  stroke, 
And  stagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thine  honours,  0  victorious  King  '. 

Thine  own  riglit  hand  shall  raise, 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  sing, 
And  our  Deliv'rer's  praise. 

HYMN  30.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  answered. 
Isa.  xxvi.  8—20. 

1  TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
JL  We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace ; 
Our  souls'  desire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembraace  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongst  the  black  shades  of  lonesome  night ; 
My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies 

Before  the  dawn  restores  the  light. 
S  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God ;  . 


BooKl.  HYMN  32.  25 

But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  seourgfes  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark !  the  Eternal  rends  the  sky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends. 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children  to  your  father's  arms. 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
Till  the  fierce  storms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 

6  My  sword  shall  boast  its  thousands  slain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings. 

HYMN  31.    Referred  to  the  Ist  Psalm. 

HYMN  32.    Common  Metre. 

Strength  from  heaven.     Isa.  xl.  27-  -30. 

1  TTTHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  f 

V  f    And  whe!  e's  our  courage  fled  f 
Has  restless  sin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  Name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  M«re  mortal  pow'r  shall  fade  and  die  ; 

And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
ShaD  feel  our  strength  iucrease. 


9.6  HYMN  39.  Book  1 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  taste  the  promis'd  bliss, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 

Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 

HYMNS  33,  34,  35,  36,  37,  38.    Referred  to 
Psabns  131,  134,  67,  73,  90  and  84. 

HYMN  39.    Common  Metre. 

God^s  tender  care  of  his  cJiurek. 

Isa.  xlix.  13,  &;c. 

1  IVr  OW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
X^    And  burst  into  a  song ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart. 

And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God,  on  his  thirsty  Sion  hill, 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown  5 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  iove 
To  showT  salvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God.  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 

4  Can  a  k;nd  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb. 
And,  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts, 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,"  saith  the  Lord,  "  should  nature  change, 

And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
Sion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlasting  love. 
G  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
1  have  engrav'd  her  name  j 


Book  1.  HYMN  '10.  27 

My  band  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  walis, 
"Apd  build  her  broken  frame." 

HYIVIN  40.     Long-  Metre; 

Tht  business  atul  blessedness  of  glorified  saints. 
Rev.  vii.  IS,  iiC. 

1  "  1  ,|7 HAT  happy  men,  or  ang-els  these, 

?  ?    That  all  their  rcbe.":  are  spotless  white .' 
Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  airive  ^ 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light?" 

2  From  tortVing  racks,  and  burning'  fires, 
Through  seas  of  their  own  blood  they  came : 
But  nobler  blood  b^s  wash'd  their  robes, 
Flowing-  from  Christ  the  dying  Lamb. 

S  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  throne 
With  loud  iiosannas  night  and  day  5 
Sweet  anthems,  to  the  great  Three  One, 
Measure  their  blest  elersiity. 

4  Nc  more  sl'.all  hunger  pain  their  souls ; 
He  bids  their  parchir  g  thirst  begone  ; 
And  spreads  the  shadow  of  his  wings 
To  screen  ihera  from  the  scorching  sun. 

5  The  Lamb,  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  shed  around  his  milder  heams; 
There  >hall  they  feast  on  bis  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  streams. 

6  Thus  shall  their  mighty  bliss  renew 
Through  the  vast  njund  of  endless  years, 
And  the  soft  hand  cf  sov'roign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds  and  wipes  their  lear^. 


23  HYMN  41,  42.  Book  1. 

HYMN  41.    Common  Metre. 

The  same  ;  or,  the  martyrs  glonjied. 

Rev.  vii.  13,  &c.  [shine ! 

1  "  rilHESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  Ihey 

X    Whence  all  their  white  array  .<• 
How  canje  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  .f"' 

2  From  tort'ricg  pains  to  endless  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white, 
In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  uiiveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Amongst  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  sou's, 

And  hunger  flee  ss  fast ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heav'nly  fiock 

Where  living  fountains  rise, 

Anct  love  (livisie  shall  wipe  away 

The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

HYMN  42.     Common  Metre.         ^ 

Divive  wrath  and  mercy :  frcm  Nahum  i.  1,  A-c 
1      4  DORE,  nnd  trembii     ' 
jtlL  Is  a  consuming  Jin 


Heb.  xii.  29. 


Book  1.  HYMN  45.  29 

His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raise  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  I 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
Vast  magazines  of  plagues  and  storms 
Lie  treasur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Those  heaps  of  wrath  by  slow  degrees 

Are  forced  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled.  Oh  !  how  fierce  they  falaxe 
And  rend  all  nalui-e's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  seek  a  wat'ry  grave  •, 
The  flighted  sea  makes  haste  away, 
And  shriuks  up  ev'ry  wave. 
3  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 
Are  swift  as  hail  stones  hu"l'd ; 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  --age. 
That  shakes  the  solid  world  ? 

6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  sov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  uirone, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chosen  race 
When  wrath  comes  rushing  dov/n. 

7  Thy  hand  shall  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fiei-y  tempest  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  shelt'ring  wings, 

Thy  just  revenge  adore. 
HYMN  45.    Referred  to  the  lOOiA  Fsalm. 
HYMN  44.    Re/erred  to  the  133c2  Psalm. 


S 


HYMN  45.     Common  Metre. 

The  last  judgmait.    Rev.  xx:.  5—8. 
EE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 

Fills  a  majestic  throne 


30  HYM?N  45.  Book  1, 

While  from  the  skies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  last  judgineut  down. 

2  ["  I  am  the  first,  and  I  the  last, 

Through  endless  years  the  same ; 
I  AM  is  my  memorial  still, 
And  my  eternal  name. 

3  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

My  royal  grace  bestows ; 
Ye  thirsty  souls,  cojiie  taste  the  streams 
Where  life  and  pleasure  flows.] 

4  [The  saint  that  triuniphs  o'er  bis  sins 

I'll  own  him  for  a  son  ; 
The  whole  creation  shall  reward 
The  conquests  he  has  won. 

5  But  bloody  hands  rnd  hearts  unclean, 

And  all  the  Ijing  race, 
The  faithless  and  the  scoffing  crew, 
That  spurn  at  offor'd  grace  j 

6  They  shall  be  (aken  from  ray  sight, 

Bound  fast  in  iron  chains, 
And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
Where  fire  and  darkness  reigas."j 

7  0  may  I  stand  before  the  lamb 

Whsn  earth  and  seas  are  fled ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  blessings  on  my  head. 

8  May  I  with  those  for  ever  dwell, 

WltD  here  wcve  my  delight, 
While  sinners.  uaKish'd  down  to  hell, 
If o  mere  ofi'eud  my  sight. 

HYMKS  46,  and   47.    Referred  tQ  Psalm  J48, 
and  Psalm  3. 


Book  1.  HYMN  48,  49.  M 

HYMN  48.    Long  Metre. 

Th&  christian  race.    Isa.  xl.  .28—31 

1  A  WAKE,  our  souls,  (away  ovx  fears, 
J\.  Let  ev'i-y  trembling  thought  be  goue'; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  i-ace, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  Trom  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply. 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strengU-- 
Shall  aelt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air. 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  j 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 

HYMN  49.    Common  Metre.     ^ 

The  worTcs  of  Biases  and  the  Lamb.    Rev.  sv.  3. 

1  TJOW  strong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  Gou  : 
XJL  Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  f 
Jesus,  how  sweet  thy  graces  are '. 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  i* 

2  He  bas  done  more  than  Moses  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  •, 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  souls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  sing. 
Z 


32  HYMN  50.  Book.1. 

•3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Moses'  hand, 
Th'  Egyptian  host  was  drown'd : 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  sins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 
-!  When  through  the  desert  Israel  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flesh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 
b  Moses  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  -, 
But  Christ  shall  bring  his  foll'wers  home 
To  see  his  Father's  face. 
6  Then  shall  cur  love  and  joy  be  full, 
And  feel  a  warmer  fame, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the^Lamb. 

HYMN* 50.     Common  Metre. 

The  song  of  Zucharias,  and  the  message  nfJohn 

the  Baptist ;  or,  light  and  salvation  by 

Jesus  Christ.     Luke  i.  68,  <kc. 

John  i,  29,  32. 

NOW  be  the  God  of  Israel  bless'd, 
Who  makes  his  truth  appear ; 
Ilis  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 
And  all  the  oaths  he  sware. 

2  N  jw  he  bedews  old  David's  root, 

With  blessings  from  the  skies ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promise  grow,  ; 
The  promis'd  horn  arise. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  5 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
(Sent  to  prepare  his  wsays. 


BooKl.         HYMN  51.  S3 

4  He  makes  the  great  salvation  known, 

He  speaks  of  pardon'd  sins  ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love. 
In  its  own  gloiy  shines. 

5  "Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away : 
I  saw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head. 
On  his  baptizing  day.] 

6  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low, 
The  proud  must  stoop,  and  huiable  soula 
Shall  his  salvation  know. 

7  The  heathen  realms  with  Israel's  land 

Shall  join  in  sweet  accord  ; 
And  all  that's  born  of  man  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
3  Behold  the  Morning  Star  anse, 
Ye  that  in  daikness  sit  •, 
He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
And  gaides  our  doubtful  feeu" 

HYMN  51.    Short  Metre. 
Preserving  grace.    Jude  24,  2o. 

1  rriO  God  the  only  wise, 

X    Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death  ; 

And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 
2      He  wJU  present  our  souls, 

Unblemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  gloi-y  of  his  face, 

With  joys  diviariv  iT* -*■ 


•34  HYMN  58,  63.  Book  t 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  redeemer  God 
Wisdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 

Immortal  crov/ns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  52.     Long  Metre. 
Baptism.    Matt,  xxviii.  19.    Acts.  ii.  S8. 
i  JPT^WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
X    "  Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize." 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands. 
And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  the  seals, 
To  bless  the  darksome  Gentile  lauds. 

3  "  Repent,  and  be  baptized,"  he  saith, 
"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins  j" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 

i  Our  souls  h£  washes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean } 

And  the  good  spirit  from  our  God 

Desce.ids  like  purifying  rain. 
e  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee. 

And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord ; 

O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

la  heav'n  our  solemn  vows  record ! 

HYMN  53.     Long  Metre. 
Tht  Holy  Scriptures.    Heb.  i.  I.    2  Tim.  iii.  IS, 

16.    Psalmcxlvii.  19,  20. 
*   /^OD)  ^^iio  in  various  methods  told 
vX  His  mind  and  will  to  saints  of  old, 


UooKl.  HYMN  54. 

Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  these  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  wcrd, 
That  book  of  life,  that  sure  recerd  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 
Is  by  the  sweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindest  thoughts  are  here  express'*!, 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  bless'd  , 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  ail,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epistles  from  above, 

(He  hath  not  sent  his  sacred  word 
To  ev'iy  land)  pi'aise  ye  the  Lord. 

HYMN  54.    Long  jVIetie. 

Electing  grace ;  or,  saints  leloved  in  Ckrii. 

Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 

1  TESUS,  we  bless  thy  Father's  name ; 
J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  same  , 
What  heav'nly  blessings  from  his  tlirone 
Flow  down  to  sinners  through  his  Son  1 

2  "Christ  be  my  first  elect,"  he  said ; 
Then  chose  cur  souls  in  Christ  our  head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 

Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thas  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raise  us  up  from  death  and  sin  ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
"  Blameless  in  love,  a  holy  seed." 

4  Predestinated  to  be  sons. 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chose  at  once 

A  new  regenerated  race. 

To  praise  the  glory  of  Lis  grace. 


36  HVMN  65.  Book  1.' 

5  With  Christ,  our  Lord,  we  share  a  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  our  souls  be  thence  remov'd, 
Till  he  forgets  his  First  belov'd. 

HYMN  55.    Common  Metre. 

Hezekiah's  song ;  or,  sickness  and  recovery. 
Isaiah  xxxviii.  9,  &.c. 

1  T Tr''HEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress, 

?  T     Our  God  deserves  a  song; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  be  that  holds  tlie  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  fast  again. 

S  Tains  of  the  flesh  are  wont  t'  abuse 
Our  minds  with  slavish  fears : 
"  Our  days  are  past,  and  we  shall  lose 
The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  swallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
Wiih  bitterness  instead  of  joys. 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  speaks  the  healinw  word. 

And  no  disease  withstands ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

G  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break. 
He  can  our  frame  restore ; 
He  casts  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 


Book  1.         HYMN  56,  57.  37 

HYMN  56.   Common  Metre. 

The  sonz  of  Moses  at  I  the  Lavih  ;  or,  BabyloA 
falling.    Rev.  xt   3,  &  xvi.  19,  &  xvn.  6. 

1  \%TE  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

ft    We  sound  thv  dreadful  name ; 
The  christian  church  unites  the  songs 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God  !  how  wondrous  are  thy  worliS 

Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace ; 
Thou  King  of  saints,  ahnighty  Lord, 
How  just  and  true  thy  ways  1 

3  Who  dares  refuse  to  fear  thy  name, 

Or  worship  at  thy  throne  I 
Thy  judgments  speak  thy  hoiiness 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  w-ith  the  martyr's  blood, 
Her  crimes  shall  speedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  she  must  drink  the  dregs ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  sov'reign  Judge, 
And  shall  fulfil  the  plagues. 
HYMN  57.    Common  Metre. 

Original  sin  ;  or,  the  first  and  second  Adam. 
Rom.  V.  12,  fee.    Psal.  li.  5.    J3b  xiv.  4. 
ACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we  look 
On  our  original , 
How  is  our  nature  dash'd  and  broke 
In  our  first  father's  fall ! 
2  To  all  that's  good,  averse  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  all  that's  ill , 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind  • 
How  obstinate  our  will  1 


B' 


:iS-  HYMN  58.  Book  1. 

S  Coiiceiv'd  in  sin  (Owretciied  siate) 
Before  ne  draw  our  breath, 
The  first  young'  pulse  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 
4  IIow  strong  in  oar  degen'rate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns, 
An.l,  mingling  witlj  the  croolied  flood, 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins ! 
WU'i  and  unwholesonie  as  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be ; 
low  can  we  hope  ibr  living  fruit 
From  such  a  deadly  tree  ? 
'i  What  mortal  pow'r,  from  things  unclean, 
Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
"V'/ho  can  command  a  vital  stream 
From  an  infected  spring  ?] 
'  Yet  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 
3  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 
The  ruins  of  the  iirst ; 
Hosanna  to  that  sov'reign  powV 
That  new  creates  our  dust ! 

HYMN  68.    Long  Metre. 

The  devil  vanqnishtd  ;  or,  MichueVs  war  xvith  tkt 

dragon.     Rev.  xii.  7. 
1   TT  ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  sing 

.a_J  The  wars  of  heav'n,  wiien  Michael  stood 

■  liief  General  of  th'  eternal  King, 

And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 
2-  Against  the  dragon  and  his  host 

The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail ; 

Tn  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boast, 

Their  courage  sinks,  their  weapons  fail 


Book  1.       HYMN  59,  60.  39 

S  Down  to  the  earth  was  satan  thrown/ 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  *, 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, ' 
And  shook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darkness  past, 
Christ  has  assura'd  his  reigning  pow'r  j 
Behold  tlie  great  accuser  cast 

Down  trora  the  skies  to  rise  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
'Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ; 

'Twas  by  thy  word,  and  pow'rfal  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  5  let  ev'ry  star 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  sky ; 
Saints,  while  ye  sing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raise  your  Deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

HYMN  39.    Long  Metre. 
Babylon  fallen.    Rev.  xviii,  20,  21. 

1  T  N  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  stone 
J.  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon : 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  aud  all  ye  saints, 
God  shall  avenge  your  long  complaints." 

2  He  said,  and  dreadful  as  he  stood, 
He  sunk  the  niiil-stone  in  the  flood  t 
"  Thus  terribly  shall  Babel  fall, 
Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

HYMN  60.    Long  Metre. 
The  virgin  Mary's  soiig ;  or,  the  promised  Mes- 
siah born.    Luke  i.  46,  &.c. 
1  f\UR  souls  shall  magnify  the  Lord  ] 
KJ  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice : 
While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  song, 
May  the  same  Spirit  tane  our  voice, 


40  HYMN  61.  BooKi; 

2  [The  Highest  saw  her  low  estate, 

And  mighty  things  his  band  hath  done ; 
His  overshadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
filalies  her  the  mother  of  hh  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  ration  call  her  bless'd, 
And  endless  years  prolong  her  fame ; 
But  God  alone  must  be  ador'd ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  those  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  stands  for  ever  sure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  promise  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  secure. 

5  He  spake  to  Abra'm  and  his  seed, 

"  In  thee  shall  all  the  earth  be  bless'd  i" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breast. 
€  But  now  no  more  shall  Israel  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn ; 
Lo,  the  desire  of  nations  comes ; 
Behold  the  promis'd  seed  is  born ! 

HYMN  Gl.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  our  High  Priest  and  king  ;  and  Chriit 
coming  to  judgment.    Rev,  i.  5—7. 

1  TVrOW  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 
Xll    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  foulest  sins, 
And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood ; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 
To  Jesus,  our  superior  King^, 


Book  1.  HYMN  62.  41 

Be  everlasting  pow'r  confess'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Bebolf^ !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'iy  eye  shall  see  him  move  ; 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierc'd  him  once, 
Now  he  displays  his  panl'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day : 
Come,  Lord ;  ror  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

HYMN  G2.    Common  Metre. 

CAmt  JesnSy  the  Lamh  of  God,  worskipped  6y  alt 

the.  creation.    "Rev.  v.  11—13. 

1  /^OME,  M  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
1^  With  angels  round  the  throne ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  «  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 

"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 
S  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  tlie  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
Conspire  to  raise  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak    thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


42  HYMN  65,  64.         Book  : 

HYMN  63.    Long  Metre. 

CkrisVs  humiliation  and  exaltation. 

Rev.  V.  12. 

1  T'17'HAT  equal  honours  shall  we  brin? 

If    To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  skip, 

Tlie  Prince  of  Life,  that  groau'd  and  died;' 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live ;  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  stood  condenni'd  at  Pilate's  bar : 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too, 

Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madness  there. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  be  sustain'd  amazing  loss : 
To  him  ascriije  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

5  Honour  immortal  must  be  paid. 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

G  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen. 

HYMN  64.    Short  Metre.- 
AdoptioK.    1  John  iii.  1,  &c..    Gal.  iv.  6. 
I      TOEHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
J3  The  Father  hath  besfow'd 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  j-ace, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  i 


BooKl.  HYMN  65.  43 

J      Tis  no  surprising:  thing-, 

That  we  should  be  unknown ; 
Tbe  JewisL  world  knew  not  their  King*, 
God's  everlasting-  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin. 
As  Clirlst  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba  Father  cry. 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

HYMN  65.    Long  Metre. 
TKe  Jcmgdoms  of  the  world  become  the  Icingdoms 
of  the  Lord  ,  or,  the  day  ofju4gme?U. 
Rev.  xi.  15. 
1  T  ET  the  seventh  angel  soHnd  on  high, 
1  ^  Let  shouts  be  heai'd  through  all  the'sk/ 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 
3  Almighty  God,  thy  pcw'r  assume, 
Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  • 
Jesus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  slais, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign . 


4i  HYMN  66.  BooKl. 

3  The  angry  nations  fl-et  and  roar, 
That  they  can  slay  the  saints  no  more ; 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  ou/Go^, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  must  the  rising  dead  appear ; 
Now  the  decisive  sentence  hear ; 
Now  the  dear  martjTs  of  the  L',:/rd 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

HYMN  66.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  the  King  at  his  table.    Solomon's  Song,  i. 
2—5, 12,  13,  17. 

,«   "J"  ET  him  embrace  ray  sou!,  and  prove 
I-   i  Mine  int'rest  in  his  heav'nly  l»ve  ; 
'jTne  voice  that  tells  me,  "  Thou  art  mine,"' 
Exceeds  the  blessings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  *hee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  spread  the  savour  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladness  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  souls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jesus,  alU're  me  by  thy  charms ; 
My  soul  shall  fly  into  thine  arms : 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleasure  tune  our  voice 
To  speak  thy  praises  and  our  joys  5 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  taste  of  richest  wine.] 

6  Though  in  ourselves  deform'd  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear,     ' 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  sits  the  King, 
lie  loves  to  see  us  smile  and  sing  \ 


Book  1.  HYMN  67.  45 

Our  graces  are  our  best  perfume, 

And  breathe  like  s-^ikenard  round  the  roono.] 

7  As  myiTh,  new  bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Christ  to  me : 

And  while  he  makes  my  soul  his  guest, 
My  bosom,  Lord,  shall  be  iby  rest. 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  -;arth  compare-, 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Kaise  us  to  nobler  seats  above.] 

HYMN  67.    Long  Metre. 

Seeking  the  pastures  of  Christ  the  Shepherd. 
Solomon's  Song,  i.  7. 
1  rilHOU,  whom  my  soul  admires  above 

A.    All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 

Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 

Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 
«  Wt>ere  is  the  shadow  of  th^^t  rock, 

Th  t  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 

Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 

Airong  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 
3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 

That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknow  n  ? 

My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 

Would  never  seek  another  love. 
4 [The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see ; 

Thy  swee'est  pastures  here  they  be ; 

A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 
5  His  dearest  flesli  he  makes  my  food, 

And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood : 

Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come. 

Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home.l 


46  HYMN  68,  69.         Book  1. 

HYMN  68.    Long  Metre. 
The  banqv^t  of  love.    Solomon's  Song,  iL  I— 7« 

1  "OEHOLD  the  rose  of  Sharon  here, 
X5  The  lily  which  the  vallies  bear ; 
Behold  the  tree  of  life,  that  gives 
Refreshing  fruit,  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amongst  the  thorns  so  lilies  shine, 
Amongst  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  j 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidst  a  thousand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  siiade  I  sat, 

To  shield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  heav'niy  fruit  he  spreads  a  feast. 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  please  my  taste. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  stood  the  banquet  of  his  grace ; 
He  saw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  spread. 

5  With  living  broad  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  sinking  heart  of  mine ; 
And  op'ning  liis  own  heart  to  me, 

He  shows  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 

Lie  down  and  rest  upon  my  heart : 
I  charge  my  sins  not  once  to  move, 
Hot  stir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 
HYMN  69.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  appcuring  to  his  church,  and  seeking  hf,r 

company.    Solomon's  Song,  11.  8 — 13. 
1  fXlHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds 
A    Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  seas  of  grief, 
lie  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 


Book  1 .  HYMN  70. 

2  Now  ibrough  the  veil  of  flesh  I  see, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ■, 
Now  in  the  gospel's  clearest  g-lass 
He  shows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  Lis  beauties  and  his  tongue  : 

'■■  Rise,"  saith  my  Lord,  "  make  hasie  aw?y 
No  mcital  joys  are-wortli  thy  stay. 

4  The  Jewish  wintry  stale  is  gone, 

The  mists  are  fled,  the  spring  comes  or. 
The  sacred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyfu.\  year. 

5  Th'  immortal  vine  of  henv'nly  root 
Blossoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruU  ' 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  teste  The  wine  •. 
Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  vine. 

\>  And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 
"  Rise  up,  my  love,  make  haste  \way  '.' 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outtly  the  wind. 
And  leave  all  earlhly  loves  behind. 

HYMN  70.    Long-  Metre. 

Christ  inxdting,  and  the  church  aninverine^  the 
ritation.    Solomon's  Song,  ii.  14,  16,  17. 

1  TTARK !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
JjL  Sweetly  invites  h,«  fav'rites  nigh  ; 
From  caves  of  darkness  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  speaks  and  calls  us  out. 

2  "  My  dove,  who  hidest  in  the  rock. 
Thine  heart  almost  with  sorrow  broke, 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 

And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice  to  me  sounds  ever  sweet 
My  graces  in  rhy  lount'nanfo  meet; 

A  a 


48  HYMN  71.  Book  1. 

Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  despise, 
'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  my  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives ; 
To  thee  our  joyful  lips  shall  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  that  of  praise. 

,    [I  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine ; 
Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  passions  join ; 
l^or  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 
Nor  thought  arise  to  grieve  ray  Lord. 

6  My  soul  to  pastures  fair  he  leads. 
Amongst  the  lilies  where  he  feeds; 
Amongst  the  saints  (whose  robes  are  white, 
Wash'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  Till  the  day  brecdi,  and  shadows  flee, 
Till  tb'?  sweet  dawning  light  I  see, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  tuni. 
Nor  let  my  soul  in  darkness  mouni. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  oh  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  sin ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unuelief  divide 

My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  side.] 

HYMN  71.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  found  in  the  street,  and  brought  to  the 
church.    Solomon's  Song,  iH.  1—5. 

1  I^FTEN  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night ; 
w  .Jesus,  my  love,  my  soul's  delight ; 
With  warm  desire  and  restless  thought 
I  seek>im  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  1  arise  and  search  the  street, 
Till  Imy  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet} 
T  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

'•  Where  did  you  see  my  soul's  delight "' 


SooK  I.  HYMN  72.  49 

5  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'niy  ray ; 
I  leap  for  joy  to  see  his  face, 
And  hold  him  fast  in  my  embrace. 

■  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home ; 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refuse  to  come 
To  Sion's  sacred  chambers,  where 
Sly  soul  first  dresv  the  vital  air. 

I  lie  give?,  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  sake  with  deadly  smart ; 
I  give,  my  soul  to  him^  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  share.] 

1  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  disturb  my  joys  5 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  cause  my  Saviour  to  dej^rt. 

HYMN  72.    Long  Metre. 

The  coronation  of  Christ,  and  espyisala  of  the 
church.    Solomon's  Song:,  iii.  11. 

DAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
The  crown  of  honour  an^  of  gold. 

Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 

Flac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 
:  Jesus,  thou  ererlasting  King, 

Accept  Ciie  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 

Accept  the  well-deserv'd  rencwn, 

And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown, 
t  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worship  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee ; 

Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 

We  first  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 
[  The  gladnef  s  of  that  happy  day ! 

Our  hearts  would  v/ish  it  long  to  stay; 


00  HYMN  73.  Book  i 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, " 
Xor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

0  O  :  kt  each  minute,  as  it  flies, 
fnci-ease  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys  ; 
Till  we  are  r.iis'd  to  sing  thy  name, 

At  tlie  great  supper  of  the  Larab. 
fi  0  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation  day  ! 
The  King  of  grace  shall iill  the  throne, 
V.'ith  all  his  I  ather's  glories  on. 

HYMN  73.    Long^  Metre. 

The  church's  Iccmtyin  tkteyts  of  Christ. 
Solomon's  Song,  iv. !,  10,  11,  7,  8,  9. 

1  I^IND  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
JV  Aft'ection  sounds  in  ev'ry  word ; 

" I.o,  thou  art  fair,  my  love,"  he  cries; 
'•  Not  the  young  doves  have  sweetet  eyes. 

2  [Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleasing  voice 
Salutos  mine  ear  with  secret  joys  ; 
Hso  spice  so  much  delights  the  smell. 
Nor  milk  nor  honey  tastes  -so  well.] 

8  TJinu  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me ; 
I  V.  ill  behold  no  spot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  perfoms, 
And  pu  ts  a  comeliness  on  worms ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathsome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white,  aad  calls  us  fait ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  dress, 
llis  graces  and  his  righteousness.    ' 

*  "  My  sister  and  my  spouse,"  he  cria.e, 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  iwM-'ifui  love  my  heart  retains 
In  sUoiig  Uel!§;ht  and  pleasing  cbains," 


ooKl.  HYMN  74.  i 

He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wide  world  of  beasts  and  men, 
To  Zion  where  bis  glories  are ; 
Not  Lebanon  is  half  so  fair. 
Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  fiow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  stay, 
When  Christ  invites  my  sowl  away. 

HYMN  74.    Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  garden  of  Christ.    Solomon 

Song-,  iv.  12,  13,  15,  &.  v.  1. 

WE  are  a  garden  wall'd  aronnd, 
Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground  , 
A  little  spot,  enclosed  by  grace, 
Oat  of  the  wor!d>s  wide  wilderjiess. 
Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  gpice  we  stan-J, 
Planted  by  God,  the  Father's  hand  -, 
And  all  his  springs  in  Sion  flow, 
To  make  the  young  plantation  gvow. 
Awake,  0  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume : 
Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
Make  our  best  spices  flo:v  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Savioui-  God : 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appeaj-, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 
[Let  my  Beloved  come  and  taste 
His  pleasant  fruits  at  his  own  feast . 
"  I  come,  my  spouse,  I  come,"  he  crief, 
With  love  and  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 
:  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  come?, 
Wt'U  pleas'd  to  smell  oik-  poor  perluuit-. 


62  HYMN  75.  Book  1. 

Atid  calls  us  to  a  feast  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  Wine. 

7  «  Eat  of  tbe  free  of  life,  my  friends, 
The  blessings  that  my  Father  sends  ; 
Your  taste  shall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  ray  love." 

8  Jesus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  sing-  the  bounties  of  our  Lord : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praise  tlian  tongue  can  give.j 

HYMN  75.     Long  Metre. 

The  description  of  Christ  the  Beloved^    Sclo- 
mon's  Song-,  v.  9—12,  14—16. 

1  nnilE  vvondVing-  world  inquires  to  know 

X    Why  I  sliouid  love  my  Jesus  so  : 
"  What  are  his  charms,"  sny  they,  "  above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love.'" 

2  Ye?,  my  Beloved  to  my  sif^ht 

Shows  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white  • 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine. 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  shLic. 

3  White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free  ; 
Ked  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me ; 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs ; 

A  sun  amongst  ten  thousand  stars. 

4  [His  head  the  finest  g-old  excels ; 
There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Those  teu;pies  once  beset  with  thorns. 

5  Compassions  in  his  heart  are  fourtd, 
Close  by  the  signals  of  his  wcund  : 
His  sacred  side  no  i.:ore  shall  bear 
TLf"  cnirl  scourge,  the  piercing  spcar.J 


Book  1.  HYMN  76.  63 

6  [His  Lands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold  5 
Those  heavenly  liand-:,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies, 

Now,  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  stand.] 
S  [His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love, 
The  eagle  tempered  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  shall  trickling  sonows  roll 
Through  those  dear  windows  of  his  soul.] 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  ont  long  complaints, 
Now  smiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  saints  ; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is, 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord. 
Must  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

HYMN  7G.    Long  Metre. 
Ck)-ist  dwells  in  heaven,  but  visits  on  earth. 
Solomon's  Song,  vi.  1,  2,  5,  12. 
1  TTTHEN  strangers  stand,  and  hear  me  teli 
f  f    What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone,  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  arid  love  him  too. 
!  2  My  best  Beloved  keeps  his  throne. 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  he  descends  and  sl<.ows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 
S[ln  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand  j 


5t  HYMN  77.  BookL 

ll'i  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds. 
Where  lilies  siiow  their  spotless  bead,- 

4  He  has  engross'd  ray  warmest  love, 
No  earfiily  charms  my  soul  can  move  : 
I  have  a  mamion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  r,or  hell  shall  make  us  part.  I 

5  [Ht  takes  my  soul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  w!i«re  Lis  glories  arc  ; 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib 

The  heav'uly  rapture  can  describe, 
o  0  ;«iay  my  spirit  daily  rise 
On  wiiig-s  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove 
Til  dweli  for  ever  with  iny  love.] 

HVMN  77.    Long-  Tvletre. 

V'u  Icfve  of  Christ  to  the  Church,  in  his  language 
to  her,  ayid  provisions  for  her. 
Sclomon's  Song,  vii.  5, 6,  9,  12,  13. 
'   AJOW,  in  the  gr-U'ries  of  his  grace, 
L^    Apjicars  the  King,  and  thus  he  says, 

•  How  fair  my  saints  are  in  my  sight, 
My  love  how  pleasant  for  delight !" 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  sov'reign  Lord, 
Tht-re's  heav'niy  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  stream  divine 
Fhi.vs  sweeter  thaa  the  choicest  wiwe. 

3  Su:h  won«h'ous  lova  awakes  the  lip 
Of  sains  tiiat  were  almost  asleep, 
To  -peak  (lie  prnises  of  thy  name, 
/\jad  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

i  These  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
1  a  fields  and  villages  below 

•  fives  us  a  relish  of  iiis  love, 

Uru  keeps  ins  noisiest  feast  sbi)ve. 


Book  I.  HYMN  78.  35 

5  In  Paradise,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  euteitaiumeut  wait^ ; 
Fruits  new  and  old,  laid  up  in  store, 
Where  we  shall  feed  but  thirst  no  more. 

HYiVIN  78.    Common  Metre. 

T!ic  strength  o/"  Ck)ist''s  love,  and  the  souths  jta- 

husy  of  her  ov?n.    Solomon's  Song, 

viii.  5—7,  13,  14. 

1  "llSrHO  is  this  fair  one  in  distress, 

\  V  That  travels  from  the  wilderness, 
And  press'd  with  sorrows  and  with  sins. 
On  her  beloved  Lord  she  leans  ? 

2  This  is  tho  spouse  of  Christ  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treasures  of  his  blood  ; 
And  her  request,  and  her  compldint, 

Is  bnt  the  voice  of  ev'j-y  saint. 
S  "  0  let  my  name  engraven  stand 
Roth  on  liiy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  ; 
Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  Stron»«r  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  ; 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 

To  quench  a  fire  so  much  divine. 

5  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

Lest  it  should  once  from  thee  depart ; 
Then  let  thy  name  be  well  impress'd 
As  a  fair  signet  on  my  breast. 

6  Till  thou  hast  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come. 
Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  see, 

And  often  thou  shall  hear  from  me. 


oG  H¥MN  79.  Book  1. 

7  Come,  my  Beloved,  haste  away 
Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay ; 
I'ly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
Over  the  hills  where  spices  grow. 

HYMN  79.    Long  Metre. 

A  morning  hymn.    Psalm  xix.  5,  8.  and  Ixxiii. 
24,  25. 

1  /TIOD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
\J*   Tlie  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skias; 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  v/iihout  weariness  or  rest, 

Hound  the  whole  earth  he  fiies  and  shines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 

4  [But  I  shall  rove  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God,  my  sun,  should  disappear. 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze. 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  star. 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Eulightning  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threat'nings  just,  thy  promise  sure  » 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

G  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 
Are  faint  and  cold,  coropar'd  with  this. 


BooKl.  HYMN  80,  81.  01 

HYMN  80.    Long  Metre. 

An  evening  hymn.    Psalm  iv.  8.  and  iii.  6,  C. 

aud  cxliii.  8. 

1  nnHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  ice  on, 

J.    Thus  far  Iiis  {ww'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  •, 
]k!t  he  forgives  my  lollies  past, 

lie  gives  me  strength  fur  days  to  come. 
S  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  m.y  head  ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  In  '^ain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thousand  frigL'iul  things ; 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneatli  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 
0  may  thy  presence  ne'er  demrt  1 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heai't. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  tby  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound.] 

HYMN  81.    Long  Metre. 
'  A  song  for  morning  or  evening.    Lam.  iii.  23. 

Isa.  xlv.  7. 
1  TVI Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  I 
iTX  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'mng  new ; 
And  morning  mercies,  from  above, 
Uenlly  distil  like  early  dew. 


58  HYMN  82.  Book  1. 

2  Thou  spread.st  Ibe  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Tby  sov'reigQ  word  restores  the  liglit, 
And  (luickens  all  ray  drowty  pow'r"!. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command ; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  , 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  liand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  82.    Long  Metre. 

God,  far  above  all  creatures ;  or,  man  vain  and 
mortal.    Job  iv.  17 — 21. 

J   QHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
O  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he  i" 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  trust  in  nore 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throue : 
Their  natures,  when  coropar'd  witJi  his. 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust  and  dwell  in  clay .' 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  perish  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  tby  sight : 
Bm^y'd  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almigl.ty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow : 
How  trail  are  we,  how  glorious  tliou ; 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compnre. 


BooKl.  HYMN  83,  84.  59 

HYMN  83.     Common  Metre. 

JffliUions  and  death  under  providtnce. 
•'^  Job  V.  6—8, 

1  TVTOT  from  the  dust  aSlicticn  grows, 
i.^    Nor  troubles  rise  by  chance ; 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes ; 

A  sad  inheritance ! 

2  As  sparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 

And  still  are  upwards  borne ; 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  souls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  YetwiOi  my  God,  I  leave  my  cause, 

Andtiust  bis  promised  grace; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well  known  laws 
Of  love  and  "righteousness. 
t  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  1  bore 
Shall  spoil  my  future  peace  ; 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 
Than  what  my  Father  please. 
HYMN  St.    Long  Metre. 
Salvation,  righteousness,  and  Hrength  in  Christ. 
Isa.  xlT.  21—25. 

1  TEHOV/\H  speaks,  let  I?rael  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  sovVeign  honours  and  his  cames. 

2  "  I  am  the  Last,  and  I  the  First, 
The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  j  ust ; 
There's  none  beside  preteni?s  to  show 
SucJi  justice  and  solvation  too. 

3  [Ye  that  in  shades  of  dark^teSS  dwell, 
Jupl  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
Look  up  10  me  from  distant  lands. 
Light,  life,  and  heav'nare  in  my  handa. 


GO  HYMN  85,  SG.  Book 

4  I  by  my  holy  name  have  sworn, 
Nor  shall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
To  me  shall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
And  ev'rj'  tongue  shall  swear  to  me. 

5  In  me  alone  shall  men  confess 

Lies  all  their  strength  and  righteousness : 
But  such  as  dare  despise  my  name, 
I'll  clothe  thorn  with  eternal  shame. 

6  In  me,  the  Lord,  shall  all  the  seed 
Of  Israel  from  their  sins  be  freed, 
And  by  their  shining  graces  prove 
Their  int'rest  in  my  pard'ning  love." 

HYMN  85.    Short  Metre. 

The  same. 

1  rilHE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

JL    His  Godhead  from  bis  throne , 
"Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  Ye  dying  souls,  that  .sit 
In  darkness  and  distress, 

Look  t'rom  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  my  recovering  grace." 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  thff  sound  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, 

<'  Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  (bund 
In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 
And  see  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  ^'      Common  Metre. 

God  hQly,jiut,%nd  sovereign.     Job  ix.  2—10. 
1  XT  OW  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 
M.L  Be  pure  before  their  God ! 


BoGK  I.  HYMN  87.  61 

If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beueath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thousand  faults 
Can  bear  a  just  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wise  5 

What  vain  presumers  dare 
Against  their  Maker's  hand  to  rise, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  [Mountains,  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  seats  are  torn ; 
He  shakes  the  earth  from  south  to  north. 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise, 

Th'  obedient  sun  forbears ; 
His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skies, 
And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  stormy  sea  ; 

Flies  on  the  stormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find.] 

HYMN  87.    Long  Metre. 

God  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent. 

Isa.  Ivii.  15,  IG. 

1  rpiIUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

Jl.  "  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  a.i  high, 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below. 
On  earth  I  have  c  mansion  too  5 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  bumble  soul  my  words  revive, 
1  lii'i  the  mourning  sinner  live  j  ^ 


G2  HYMN  88.  Book  1. 

Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind, 

4  [Wljen  I  conteud  against  their  sin, 

I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  •, 
But  should  my  wrath  for  ever  smoke, 
Their  souls  would  sink  beneatii  my  stroke." 
•5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die ; 
i'faus  sh.ill  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chast'ning  love.] 

HYMN  83.    Long  Metre. 

Life,  the  day  of  grace  and  hope.     Eccles.  ix. 
4-6,  10. 

1  T  IFE  t?  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
M-A  The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  l^Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  Keav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  "the  blessings  of  the  day.  ] 

5  The  livhig  know  that  they  must  die. 
But  nil  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  memVy  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  UKknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  buiy'd  in  the  dust; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  a'l  your  might  pursue ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Jfor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  grourid. 


Book  1.         HYMN  89,  90.  o3 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  wliich  we  haste; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reig-a  in  etemal  silence  there. 

HYMN  89.     Lono:  Metre. 

Youth  U7ui  ntdzment.     Ecclei>  xi.  9. 

1  "V^E  sons  of  Adaih,  vain  anu  young, 

JL    Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue. 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  desire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  al!  your  fire. 

2  Pursue  the  pleasiues  you  design, 

And  cheei  your  hearts  with  songs  and  wine  •, 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth ;  but  know 
There  is  a  daV  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  tlioughts  , 
His  bock  records  your  secret  faults ; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

■i  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due, 
Should  strike  your  hearts  with  terror  tLro  ■ 
How  will  ye  stand  before  his  face, 
Or  answerVor  his  injur'd  gTace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  tura  ofl'  their  eyes 
From  Uiese  alhuing  vanities, 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN  90.     Common  Metre 

The  :at)ie. 

1  T   0,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rise, 
JL^  And  through  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wishes  of  their  eyes, 

And  taste  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loose  to  wild  desires; 

I?ui  !ei  ihe,  sinners  know 
It  U 


>  nVMS  91.  Boj., 

'.'■''0  stcicl  account  Ibat  God  req;n;-es 

Ot  all  tile  vvodis  they  do. 
rii.-  Ja,ig-e  prepares  his  throne  oii  high  : 

Che  frig-hied  earih  and  seas 
-.void  the  fury  of  his  eye, 

And  floe  before  his  face. 
.low  shall  I  bear  that  dreadful  da}', 

And  stand  «he  fiery  lest. '■ 
i'ii  ,';ive  ail  mortal  joys  away, 

'1\,<  be  iur  ever  blest. 

HYMN  91.     Long  Metre. 

;"lc   Io  youth ;  or^  old   agz  and  death  in 
iiujonvtrted  siat:.     Eccles.  xii.  1,  7. 
Isa.  ixv.  20. 
"\r  OW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
L^    Hcmfmber  your  Cieator,  God : 
<i.hoUi,  liiL'  inoriihs  conie  hast'ning-  on, 
Vheii  }  cu  ihdW  say,  '-My  joys  are  gone." 
I  .'ii  hol.i  the  iigfd  sinner  goes, 
/,::iit  ii  \,-dh  g'jilr  and  Ijt-svy  voes, 
i  Hiwu  u)  ihe  rf  j:LoiJS  of  the' dead, 
Vtitl;  endless  tunes  on  Lis  head. 
;  fhe  dust  returns  to  dust  Rfi^ain; 
'J'ho  s.iul  in  agorjes  of  jxiin 
Ascencs  to  Ciod  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
iiul  hcai's  her  doom,  and  sinkjs  to  hell. 
i-  ISicn.rd  King- 1  I  fear  tliy  name; 
-■*•«•  »»)e  to  know  how  frail  1  am  •, 
.-..I'.d  V.  i;cii  my  soul  ir.usi  hence  ren;ovf . 
i.n'.o  t<u'  ;i  aiansioii  ia  ll;v  love. 


S' 


Book  1.  llYMi\  1)2.  b,;. 

HYMN  92.    Short  ftlelre. 
Christ  the  Wisdom  of  God.    I'vov.  viii.  1,22—32. 
HALL  x^ibdom  cry  ;uoud, 
And  not  her  speech  be  hesrd  f 
The  voice  of  G«kJ's  eternal  word, 
Deserves  it  no  regard  f 

2  "I  was  his  chief  delight, 
His  everlasliiig-  Sc-ii, 

Before  the  lirsi  of  all  his  works, 
Creation,  was  begun. 

3  fjiefore  the  fl3'in^  clouds, 
Sefore  the  solid  land, 

Uefore  the  fields,  before  the  floods 
I  dwelt  at  hJs  right  hand. 

4  WTien  he  adorned  the  bkies, 
And  built  them,  I  was  thei-e, 

To  order  wheigihe  suu  should  tise, 
And  uiurshi^v'ry  star. 

5  When  he  {KiUr'd  out  the  sea, 
And  spread  the  flo\',ing'  deej) ; 

I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree 
\n  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  Upon  the  empty  air, 

The  eartli  was  balanc'd  well ! 

With  joy  I  saw  the  iisansion  where 

The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 

7  My  busy  t):oug-hts  at  first 
On  tlieir  salvation  ran, 

l£re  sin  wa.-;  born,  or  Adam's  dust. 

Was  fashijivd  to  a  iiiavi. 
a      Then  con-.e,  receive  iviy  giace, 

Ve  cliildreu,  and  be  wise; 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  wnvs, 

The  uian  that  sUuns  theiu  dies.' 


QG  HYMN  93,  91.  Book  1 . 

HYMN  93.     Long   Metre. 

Christ,  or  Wisdom  oheytd,  or  resisted.     Prov. 
viii.  34—36. 

1  rflHUS  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord, 

JL    "  Bless'd  is  the  man  that  hears  Kiy  word : 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  \vy  K^tes, 
And  at  my' feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  The  eoul  that  seeks  me,  shall  obtain 
iniraortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain ; 
Innnortal  life  is  his  reward, 

Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  Irom  me, 
Doth  his  own  soul  an  injury ; 

Fools,  that  against  my  grace  rebel. 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN  49.      Cornmou    Metre. 

JtUiiy^cofwn  by  faith,  not  by  toorkt ;  or,  the  latv 

cmidemi^s,  grace  justifies,'  Rom.  iii. 

19—22. 

1  "VT  AIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 

r     On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actVms  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths.. 

Without  a  murrn'ring  word. 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
tiuilty  before  the  Lord. 
S  Tn  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 
To  jufitify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  ain  de. 

4  Jes!!S,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 

When  in  thy  name  we  U'X<  ! 

(>'ir  faith  receives  a  rightewisncss 

That  shakes  tltc  smne.'-  jm. 


Book  I.  HYMN  95,  96.  C7 

HYMN  95.     Common  Metre. 

Re^ncyation.    John  i.  13.  it  iii.  S^  fee. 

1  IVrOT  all  ihe  outward  Tornjs  on  eartb, 
±\    Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'u, 
Nor  will  of  man.  nor  lilood,  uor  birth, 

Can  raise  a  soul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  sov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  gi-acej 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  tlie  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long-  sleep  of  death ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praisftempioys  our  breath. 

HYlVlp^G.     Common  Metre. 

Electio7i  e^^mdes  boasting.     I  Cor.  i.  26— S'.. 

1  tJUT  few  among  the  carual  wise, 
Sj  But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 

Almighty  king  of  grace  1 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meanest  name 

For  sons  and  heirs  of  God ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  shaine 
On  iionourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  knfiW 

The  myst'ries  of  his  grace ; 
To  bring  aspiring  wisdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abase. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  lost, 

When  brought  before  his  throne ; 


■■■■■  n 

53  HYMN  97,  98.  Book  1.   \\ 

Xo  ilesh  shall  in  his  presence  boast, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

HYMN  97.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  our  Wisdom^  Risr/itenusness,  4ic.  1  Cor. 
i.  30. 

!    "OURY'D  in  shadows  of  tbc  night. 
Ay  We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light: 
Wisdom  descentls  to  he.-ii  the  blind, 
And  cbasc  tbc  darkness  of  the  n>ind. 

2  Onv  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  hi  tears, 
T<il  bis  atoning  blood  appears : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing.  The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  Onr  ver>'  fran^.e  is  mix'd  with  sin, 
tits  SpTit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  liis  suff'rings  flow, 
At  ouce  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Josus  beholds  where  satan  reigns, 
Pirdin^  his  slaves  in  heavy  ciiains ; 
He  sets  the  pris'nors  free,  and  breaks 
Vbe  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  I'oor  helpless  wonns  in  thee'p-.»s«ess 
'trace,  wisdom,  pow'r.  ansl  rig^fereousoesf 'i 
Vhn\i  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

'ive  uur  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  tnee. 

HYMIV  98.     Short  Metre, 

The.  same. 
^OW  heavy  is  the  night 
Tiiat  hnnj;s  upon  our  eyes, 
li  Ghri«:t  with  his  reviving  light 
<"'vrr  our  kouIs  arise  ■ 
Our  g'.Jilty  '^pinti  dre.id 
lo  meet  the  wra<h  of  beav'n 
U  in  his  rlathieoasrirss  array  "d, 
•Vc  see  our  tins  forgiv'n, 


II' 


Book  1.        HYMN  '....   ;  ■'. 

S      Unholy  siid  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  rind  waj?  ; 
Hi?  hands  infecletl  nature  cvire 
Wiih  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  pDv-'^rs  of  hell  aq;ree 
To  hoUl  our  souls  in  vain ; 

lie  sets  the  son;  of  liondaee  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways. 
To  briiig  us  near  to  Goil  5 

Thy  sovYeign  powY,  thy  healing-  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blootl. 

HYMN  99.      Common  Metre. 

Stoju.^  made  cMhlren  of  Abraham  ;  or,  grace  ^ 
conveyed  by  rcIie:ioiis  pdrcnis.     Mat.  iii.  9- 
1  "^TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
V     Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Descended  i'rura  a  pious  raci", 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 
1  He  from  the  cavas  of  earth  and  htll 
Can  take  the  hnirdest  stones, 
And  fill  the  house  of  Abra'm  well 
With  new  created  sjns. 
S  Such  wondrous  powr  doth  he  possess. 
Who  form'd  onr  mortal  frame, 
Who  caird  the  world  from  emptiness  •, 
The  world  obeyxl,  and  carae. 

HYMN  100.    Long  Metre. 

Stlieve,  and  be  saved.    John  iii.  16—  13, 
1  TVTO''^  to  condemn  the  sons  of  iren 
Ly    Bid  Christ  the  Soi.  of  God  appe?.v 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen 
No  Ikming  sword,  nor  tbundei  thf  r©. 


70  HYMN  101,  102.  Book  1 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

I  le  lov'd  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  fr&m  hell. 

3  Slnnei-s,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trust  in  his  mighty  n-\roe,  and  live  •, 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  aflbrd, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 
1  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refuse  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  despise, 
The  hottest  heli  shall  be  their  place. 

HYMN  101.    Long  Metre. 

Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  sinner. 
Luke  XV.  7,  10. 

1  "t'ST'HO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 

VJ    Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
Tj  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  fakes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  be  form'd  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  glorying  empire  of  their  King. 

HYMN  102.    Long  Metre. 
The  beatitudes.    Matt.  v.  2—12. 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n. 
And  crov.'iis  of  joy  laid  vp  in  heav'ii. 


Book  1.  HYMN  103.  71 

2  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  Leart, 
Wlio  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Bless'd  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  ra^e  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ; 
They  shall  be  well  supply'd  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
And  melt  Tvith  symijathv  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Bless'd  are  the  pme,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  detiling  pow'r  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
WIio  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  ; 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Bless'd  are  the  suff'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  •, 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord; 
Glory  and  joy  are  iheir  reward. 

HYMN  103      Cojninon  Metre. 

Not  ashamed  of  the  gospel.    2  Tim.  i.  12. 
1   T'm  not  ashamd  to  own  ray  Lord,  , 
X  Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word,  , 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 


7i  HYMN  104.  Book 

2  Jesua,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name  ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust  -. 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  sharae, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  hts  promise  stanils, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  conimittetl  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  r.is  Father's  f:ice, 

Anfl  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMN  iO-1.     Common  Metre. 
A  Uate  of  nature  and  of  grace.     1  Cor.  vi 

10,  u. 

1  "iVrOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
i.^    The  wanton  or  the  proud. 

Nor  thieves,  nor  sland'rers,  shall  obtain 
The  kinj^dom  of  our  God. 

2  Sui-prisin^  grace  !  and  such  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  sin. 

Heirs  of  immortal' misery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  through  liis  name  : 
And  the  good  SpiriJ  of  our  God 
ilas  sanclify'd  our  frante. 

4  O  for  apei*severing^pow'r, 

To  keep  thy  Just  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
>'o  more  pollute  our  hands. 


liooK  1.        HYMN  lOo,  106.  73 

'    HYMN  i05.     Common  Metre. 
HcRven  invisihie  and  holy.     1  Cor.  ii.  9,  lO. 
Rev.  XX  i.  27. 

1  "7^ OR  eye  Imth  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heanl, 
1.^    Nor  sense  nor  reason  known. 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepai'd 

For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  she  g-ood  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  he;iv'n  to  come  : 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  arid  guide  us  horae. 
S  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  reeiou  peace  ; 
No  wanton  Hpi?,  nor  envious  eye 

Can  see  or  ta§te  the-  !)liss. 

4  Tho:«c  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin  ar>d  shame  : 
Kone  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  Tie  keeps  the  Father's  hook  of  life, 

There  all  their  nances  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heav'niy  groun-1. 

HYMN  106.    Short  Metre. 

Vend  to  sin  hy  the  cross  of  Christ.    Rom.  *L 

1.  2,  6. 

1  QHAIL  we  go  on  to  sin,    ' 

O  Becaiue  thy  grare  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds? 

2  Forliid  it,  nii£fh?y  God  ! 
Nor  let  it  e"er  Ih;  said, 

That  we,  whose  sins  are  cnirit)',], 
?■■'"'■''■'  '"■•■'■■°  t!:cm  from  tbedpiLl. 


74  HYMN  107.  Book 

3      We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  hath  made  us  free, 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  cross. 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN  107.     Long  Metre. 

The  fall  and  recovery  of  man ;   or,  Christ  e 
sc'.aa  at  enmity.     Gen.  iii.  1,  15,  17. 
Gal.  iv.  4.     Col.  ii.  15. 

1  TT^ErEIV'D  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 
JJ  AJani  our  head,  our  Father,  fell ; 
When  satan,  in  the  serpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat"ning :  death  began 
To  take  possession  of  tbe  man  -, 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curses  smote  the  ground. 

3  But  satan  found  a  worse  reward ; 
Thus  saith  the  veng-eance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlasting  hatred  be 
Betwixt  the  woman's  seed  and  thee. 

4  The  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son ; 
He  shall  destroy  what  thou  hast  done; 
Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

5  [He  spake,  and  bid  four  thousand  years 
Roll  on  ;  at  length  his  Son  appears ; 
Angels  with  joy  descend  to  earth. 
And  sing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo '.  by  the  son*  of  hell  he  dies  ; 

But,  as  he  hung  'twist  earth  and  skje<!, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] , 


Book  1.        HYMN  103,  109.  75 

HYMN  108.    Short  Metre. 

Christ  unseen  and  beloved.     1  Pet.  i.  8. 

1  ivrOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
i>l    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord ; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  liear  his  name, 
And  love  hiui  in  his  word. 

2  Ob  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  -, 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love. 
Our  joys  divinely  grov^ 

Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

HYMN  109.    Long  Metre. 

The  value  of  Christ  and  Aw  right€0V4ntit.    , 
Fhil.  ill.  7,  8,  9. 

1  TVTO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  raoi« 
_L^    Of  all  the  duties  I  iiave  done; 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  l>efcre. 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  W21S  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss  : 
My  former  piide  I  cai!  my  shamt-, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes.  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  bui  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
O  mav  mv  soul  be  found  jo  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  pai-tike. 

4  The  be^l  obedieoce  of  my  hands 
]Jar?s  not  appeal-  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  i'aith  can  answer  thy  deiaands, 
By  pleading-  what  my  Lord  bis  done. 


76  liYiMN  110,  in.  Book  ;. 

HYMN  110.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  immediate  ghiy.     2  Cor.  v.  1,  6,  R. 
i  .'TIHERE  is  a  liouse  not  made  wiUi  haiu'.L 
X    Eternal  and  on  hig^li ; 
And  liere  mv  sijirit  wahint-  stands, 
TlilCiod  shall  bid  it. ny. 
*  Shortly  tbis  priaon  of  my  chiy 
Must  be  uissolv'd  a>id  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  sou!,  v/itli  jov  obey 
Xhy  beav'uiy  j-'aiher'i  call. 
S  Tis  be,  by  his  almig-hiy  gmr.e. 
That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n ; 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
lias  his  ow  n  SiMrit  giv'ii. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  .j.n  s  to  come  ; 

Faitli  liver,  ujjou  his  word  : 

23ut  while  the  body  is  our  hosrie, 

M'eVe  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'X is  jileasant  to  Ijtlieve  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absenc  from  the  flesh, 
Aud  preseui,  Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN  111.    Common  Metre. 

Salvation  hy  grace     Titus  iii.  3,  7. 
J    r  i"   ORI^,  vve  confess  our  nuoi'rous  faults, 
lJL^  How  yreat  our  guilt  has  been  ' 
i-ooii.shand  vain  were  ;il;  our  thoughts, 
Aud  all  cur  lives  \\ere  sin. 

2  V.-jX,  O  my  sr.ul,  for  ever  praise, 

i* or  ever  lose  his  narao, 
Who  turn.-,  thy  fee!  fi'oai  daiig'rous  ways 
(.)f  foliy,  sin,  and  shame.] 

3  ['Tis  not  by  woi  ks  of  righteousness, 

Which  our  own  Lands  fcavc  done ; 


Book  1.  HYMN  IV2.  :. 

But  w«  are  SKv'd  by  sovVeigfn  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  SonfJ 
4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  nur  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our'souls  are  ivash'd  fiom  sin. 
§  Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death 
Who  huug-  upon  the  free. 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 
6  r.ais'd  fioRi  the  deacl,  we  live  anew  ; 
And,  juslif^/'d  by  grace, 
We  shall  ajijiear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 

HYMN  112.     Cuimuju  Metre. 

The  brazen  serpent ;  or,  looHng  to  Jena.    John 

iii.  14— 1R. 

1  QO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise 
io  The  braien  t.eri)etil  high ; 
The  wr.inded  felt  itunjediate  case. 

The  aiiiip  forbore  to  die. 

2  '■  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

And  live,"  the  prophet  cries ; 
But  Christ  )ierfornis  a  nobler  cur.-. 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  e\es. 
t!  Ilijjh  on  the  cross  the  Suvioiir  hang  : 
iiig-h  in  the  hcav'p.^  hi  reiens ; 
Here  sinne."-?,  by  th'  old  serpent  sTmij:, 
Look,  and  forgei  ihcir  plains. 
4  When  God's  own  Son  is  li.''ted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives ; 
Tiie  Jew  beholds  the  gloricus  LoiX", 
Th'  ciriring'  Gentile  lives. 


78  HYMN  113,  114.  Book  1. 

HYMN  113.    Common  Metre. 

Ahraham's  blessing  on  the  Gentiles.    Gen.  xvii.  7. 
Horn.  XV.  8.    Mark  x.  14. 

1  TTTOVV  large  the  promise  !  liow  divine ', 
pi    To  Abra'm  and  bis  seed  : 

»'1'11  be  a  God  to  tliee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need.'' 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  atje  to  age  endure  •, 
The  Angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  young  cbikhcn  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'u. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  : 

His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  »he  promise  of  his  grace 
Riots  out  his  cUikiren's  name. 

HYMN  114.     Common  Metre. 
The  same.     Rom.  xi.  I6,  17. 

1  f^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
tj  To  the  wild  olive  wooti ; 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree. 

And  giafts  us  into  good. 

2  With  the  sanie  blessings,  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  i 

If  pure  and  lioiy  l)e  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

5  Then  let  the  cliildren  of  the  saints 

Be  dedicate  to  God ; 
Tour  out  Ihy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  v'-asb  them  ia  ihv  biotnl. 


Book  I.         HYMN  115.  'f 

t  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed 
Shall  thy  salvation  come, 
And  nuniVous  liouseholda  meet  at  l^st 
In  one  eternal  home. 

HYMN  115.    Common  Metre. 

Conviction  of  sin  by  the  law.    Rom.  vii.  Sj  d. 
14,  24. 

1  X  ORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was. 
jLA  And  felt  no  inward  dread! 

I  was  alive  without  the  lav/. 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  r.nd  briglit ; 

But,  since  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
S  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  small  before.. 
Till  teiribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 
i  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load  ; 
My  sins  reviv'd  again  ; 
I  had  jii-ovok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain.] 
.5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive  sold. 
Under  the  pow'r  of  sin  : 
I  cannot  do  the  good  1  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 
^  My  God,  1  cry  with  ev'i-y  breath 
For  some  kind  pow'r  to  save. 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death. 
And  thus  redeem  ihe  slave. 
0  c 


8(J.  HYMN  116,  117.         Book  1 

I   f     HYMN  116.    Long  Metre. 
Lave  to  God  »>«£  our  7ie:arkhour.    Matt.  xsii. 

87-40, 
r^lHUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  command, 
JL    '•  Let  ail  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
To  iove  thy  Malier  and  thy  Ood, 
With  utmost  vigour  and  deligiit. 
Then  shall  thy  neifrhbour  next  in  place 
Share  thine  affection  and  esteem  5 
And  !et  thy  kindness  to  thyself 
Measure  and  rule  tiiv  iove  to  him." 
This  is  the  sense  thfit  Moses  spoke, 
This  did  the  pro|ilii-ls  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfiU'd  by  iove. 
But  oh  !  liow  base  our  passions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  cliarity  and  y.eal  1 
Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
;)r  we  sbal!  ne'er  pei'furm  thy  will. 

I  i  Y  M  N  117.     Long  Me  tre . 

.■■'ccti'.r.  sc-ircr;n  (ir.d  fyte.     Rons.  il.  21— 24. 

;    r  riEilOLD  ibe  potter  and  the  clay  ! 
[  JLJ  He  forms  his  vessels  as  he  please ; 
.Such  is  our  God  ;  and  such  are  we, 
i  he  subjects  of  his  just  decrees. 

2"  Doth  not  the  workman's  po'.v'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mass,  which  ^irt  to  choose, 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
.ind  which  to  leave  for  viler  use  .'] 

;>  iVIay  not  the  sov'reiyn  Lord  on  high 
iJispense  his  favours  as  he  will 
Chojse  some  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  he  just  and  gracious  stiU,  ? 


Book  1,  HYMN  118,  i 

4  [Wbat  if,  to  make  his  terror  known, 
He  lets  bis  patience  long  endure, 
Su ff'rint;-  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  seaf  their  own  destruction  sure  ? 

5  Wbat  if  he  means  to  show  his  grace, 
And  his  electing-  love  employs 

To  mark  out  some  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  lit  tor  heav'nly  joys  ?j 

6  Shall  man  reply  a^iinsl  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjust. 
The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust  ? 

7  But,  O  my  soul,  if  truth  so  l<right 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight. 
Yet  stlil  his  written  will  obey. 

And  wait  the  great  ilecisive  day. 

8  Then  shah  he  make  his  Justice  known. 
And  the  whole  worki  before  his  throne. 
With  joy  or  terror  sbali  coTifess 

The  glory  of  his  righteousness. 

HYMN  lie.     Short  Metre. 

Moses  and  Christ ;  or,  sin  against  the  laio  ar, 

gosptl.    John  i.  17.    Heb.  ill.  3,  5,  6. 

k  X.  28,  29. 

1  rjl HE  law  by  Moses  came; 

X    But  peace  and  truth  and  loVe 
Were  brought  by  Christ  (a  nobler  name" 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God 

Their  diff'rent  works  were  don*  ; 
Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 
8      Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  strict  obedienow  i>aiU  , 


B2  HYMN  119,  ISO.  Book  1. 

O'er  all  his  Father's  hou^e  he  stacds 
The  Sov'reign  and  the  Head. 
i      The  raan  that  durst  despise 
The  law  that  Moses  brought, 
Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  bis  presumpt'ous  fault. 
5      But  sorer  vengeance  fallis 
On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls, 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 

HYMN  119      Common  Metre 
The  different  success  of  the  gosprl.     1  Cor.  I.  M. 

24     2  Cor.  li.  16.     1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 
t   /CHRIST  and  his  cross   is   all  our  theme; 
KJ^  The  myst'ries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlighten'd  from  aSove, 

With  joy  receive  the  woid  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power  an(^  VoTe 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  Tiie  vital  savour  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  si  ow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 

Jo  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground. 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN  120.    Common  Metre. 

Faith  of  things  umeen.    Heb.  xi.  I,  S,  8, 10. 
i  "¥7<AlTH  is  th/?  brightest  evidence 
JO     Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  senje. 
And  'j-vvclls  in  faeav'uly  light. 


Book  i.        '    HYMN  121.  tJ3 

2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  3y  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  n»de 

By  God's  almighty  woni : 
Abra'ni,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  ohey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  Ijy  til'  Eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  thousrh  we  die, 
That  hea\  'nly  building  stands. 

HYMN  121.     Common  Metre, 

Children  dtvoUd  to  God.    Gen.  xvii.  7, 10.  Acta 

xvi.  14,  15,  33. 

/^For  those  who  practise  Infant  Baptism.) 

1  rWlHUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
X    "  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  •. 

I'll  bless  thy  runrrous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  for  me." 

2  Abra'n)  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace 

And  gave  his  sons  to  God  ; 
But  water  seals  iha  blessing  now, 
That  once  was  seal'd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctify'd  her  house. 

When  she  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 
His  househoid  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  Kin* 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace 
To  thee  their  infant  off 'spring  biU^ 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace- 


8i  HYMN  122,  123.         Book  1. 

HYMN  122.    Long  Metre. 

Bdiivtrs  buried  with  Ckr'st  in  Baptism.    Rom 

vi.  8.  &.C. 

1  TT^O  we  not  linow  lliat  solemn  'vord, 
JuW  That  we  are  l^ry'd  with  the  Lord; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin  .' 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  ; 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

3  No  more  let  sin  or  satan  reign  , 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 

The  various  lusts  we  servd  betore, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN  123.     Common  Metre. 
The  7-cpenting  prodigal.    Luke  xv.  13,  5ic. 
i   OEHOLD  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wipe 
Mj  Has  wasted  his  estate ; 
He  begs  a  share  amongst  the  swine, 
To  taste  the  husks  tbs5'  eat ! 
2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries  j 
"  I  starve  in  foreign  lands ; 
My  Father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
S  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 
Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  v.Tong. 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  Father's  love  5 
Tlif  Father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
And  al.»  his  bowels  niovs 


Book  1.  HYMN  iU.  3 

5  lie  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embrao'd  and  kissM  bis  son  ; 
Tl^e  rebersheaitwith  sorrow  brake, 
For  Ibilies  he  bad  done. 
G  «  Take  oiT  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin," 
(_The  Father  givesi  command) 
"  Dress  bim  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  riiigs  adcrn  bis  hand. 
7  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain ; 
Let  rniiih  and  joy  abound; 
Iilv  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
Was  lost,  and  nov/  is  found." 

HVMM  124.    Lonff  I\Ictre. 

The  Jirst  and  stcond  Adam.     Rora.  v.  12,  k-e. 

1  T'^EEP  in  the  dust,  before. thy  throne, 
^J  Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own ; 
Great  God  I  wc  own  th'  unhappy  name, 
Whence  sprang  our  nature  and  our  shame. 

2  Adam  the  sinner :  At  his  fall, 
Death  like  a  conqu'ror,  seiz'd  us  all ; 
A  thousand  new  twrn  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  tlieir  head. 

S  But  whilst  onr  spiiits,  fdl'd  with  awe. 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 
We  sini^'  the  honours  of  tliy  grace, 
That  sent  to  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 
Who  join'd  onr  nature  to  Lis  own  ; 
.\dam  the  seconil,  from  the  dust 
Raises  the  ruius  of  the  first. 

b  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Through  ail  his  seed  the  ndschief  ran  ; 
And  hy  one  man's  obedience  now, 
AiC  yJ!  his  seed  tuado  righteous  ty). 


36  HYMN  125.  Book  J. 

S  Where  sin  did  reign  anc)  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Aboursdin*  life ;  there  g-loiious  grace 
Heigns  throug-Ji  the  Lord  our  righteousness.] 

HYMN  125.    Common  Metre, 

Chrlst^s  compassion  to  the  weak  and  tempted. 
Heb.  ir.  15,  16,  k  v.  7.    M?.tt.  xil.  20. 

'   ^I/'ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Hi     Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  wiih  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  .<;ympathy  within, 

He  k:iows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  teniptations  mean 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  Uut  spotless,  innocent  and  pure         , 

The  great  Redeemer  stood. 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore. 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

1  LIv'  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 
Four'd  cut  his  cries  and  tsars, 
.\..-J  in  his  mea.sure  feels  afresh 
IVbat  ev'ry  member  bears.  * 

o  [rie'il  never  quench  the  smoking  HdX, 
But  raise  it  to  a  fiame  : 
,; ;  bruised  reed  he  never  break?, 
N'  r  scorns  ihe  meanest  name.] 

.    i;,tn  let  our  humbie  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r ; 
.Ve  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


Book  1.        HYMN  126,  127.  87 

HYMN  126.     Long  Metre. 

Charity  and  unchantableness.    Rom.  xiv.  17,  19. 

1  Cor.  X.  32. 

1  ■JVT'^^  diff'rent  food,  nor  diff'rent  dress, 
Xl    Compose  the  king-cloni  of  our  Lord, 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  uis  word. 

2  When  weaker  christians  we  despise. 
We  do  the  gospel  mighty  wrong  -, 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wise, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  strong-. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banish'd  hence. 
Meekness  and  love  our  souls  pursue  j 
Nor  shall  our  practice  give  offence 

To  saints,  the  Gentila,  or  the  Jew. 
HYMN  127.     Long  Metre. 

CkrisCs  imitation  to  sinners ;   or,  humitity  rtn» 
pride.     Matt.  xi.  23—30. 
lOME  hither  all  ye  weary  soalf, 
Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come. 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils. 
And  raise  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  cf  rae  ■, 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  •, 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea. 

And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  j 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall"  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zea?, 
Rtsign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 

To  niuv.ld  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


C 


88  HYMN  128,  129.  Book  .. 

HYMN  128      Long  Metre. 

Tlit  Apostlts'  commission  ;  or,  tkt  gosptl  attcettd 

hy  miracles.     Mark  xvi.  15,  &c. 

Matt,  xxviii.  13,  kc. 

1  "  £^  0,  preach  nij  grispel,"  sailh  tlje  Lord ; 

vT  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  {(race  receive  }' 
He  shall  bo  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word ; 
He  shall  be  damivd  that  won't  believe. 

2  [I'll  make  your  great  commission  kncv/n, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  g-ospel  true, 

By  all  the  v/orks  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  %vonders  ye  shall  do, 

3  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  rai*e  the  dead, 
Go  cast  out  devils  isi  my  name : 

Nor  let  ray  prophets  be  "afraid,  [pheme. 

Though    Greeks    reproach,   and  Jews    bla?- 

4  Teach  aU  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
I'm  witi>  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands  ;. 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  lo  heav'n  he  rode: 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  120.     Long-  Metre. 
Submission  and  deliverance  ;  or,  Abraham  offer- 

ing  his  son.     Gen.  xxii.  6,  &lc. 
1   C  AINTS,  at  yonr  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
k3  Give  up  your  con:iort.s  to  the  Lord ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  fjrant  you  blessings  more  divine. 


Book  1.  HYMN  130.  39 

2  So  Abra'm,  with  obeditrit  hand, 
Led  forth  his  son  at  God's  command  ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  "  Abra'm,  forbear,"  the  ungel  crj'd  : 

"  Thy  faith  h  known.  th\'  love  is  try'd  ; 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed' 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  hless'd  indeed." 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing^  hour. 
The  Lord  displays  rieliv'rin?  pow'r; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 

HYMN  130.    Long  Metre. 

Love  and  hatred.     Ihilip.  ii.  2.     Eph.  iv.  SOi  tc. 

1  TVyOW  by  tis  bowels  of  my  God, 

J.1    His  sharp  distress,  his  sore  complaints,    ] 
By  his  last  groans,  his  dyin^  blootl, 
I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 

2  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  wa'  begone, 
Envy  and  spite  for  ever  ceasie  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongst  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace- 

3  The  spirit,  liks  a  peaceful  dove. 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strile ; 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heav'nly  hfe. 
*  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts ; 
Thro'  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son. 


90  HYMN  131,  132.        Book  . 

HYMN  131.     Long  Metre. 

The  Pharisee  and  Publican.    Luke  xviii.  10,  kt 

1  TTJEHOLD  how  sinners  disagree, 
Jo  The  publican  and  Pharisee ; 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
The  Other  owns  his  g-uilt  and  shame. 

2  This  man  at  humbie  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands, 
That  boldly  ris;'s  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  diff'renl  language  knows, 
And  diff'rent  answers  he  hfstows; 

The  humble  soul  with  grare  h»  crowns, 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  n\e  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee, 
I  have  no  merits,  of  my  own, 

B'jt  plead  the  sufl^'rings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN  132.    Long  Metre. 

Holiness  and  grace.     Titus  ii.  lO — 13. 

1  QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
O  The  holy  gospel  we  profess  5 
So  let  our  works  and  virtiles  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  tempxance,  truth  and  loY9j 
Our  inv/arJ  [':ety  spprove. 


JooKl.        HYMN  133,  131.  91 

Reljg-ion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
Wliile  we  expect  thai  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
'  And  faith  stands  leaning-  on  bfs  word. 

HYM.N  133.     Common  Metre. 
Love  and  chanty.     1  Cor.  xi;i.  2 — J,  18 

LET  PLaristes  of  higb  esteem 
Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
Ail  their  religion  is  a  dream, 

If  loFe  be  wanting  tliere. 
Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  haste ; 
She  lets  the  jiresent,  inj'ry  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  past. 
[Malice  and  rage,  those  fires  of  hell. 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  think?  no  ill, 

Though  she  endures  the  wrong.] 
[She  nor  desires  nor  seeks  to  know 

The  scandals  of  the  time ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  those  below. 

Nor  envies  those  that  climb.] 
She  lays  her  owr  nd vantage  by, 

To  seek  her  neighbours  good  •, 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 

And  bought  our  lives  witli  blood. 
Love  is  the  grace  tliat  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  tealms  above ; 
There  faith  ana  hope  are  known  no  more. 

But  saints  for  ever  love. 

HYMN  134.     Long  Metre. 
Reli'^ion  vain  without  love.     1  Cor.  xiii.  1 — P. 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angeis  ui^e, 


92  HYMN  135,  136.         Cook  1. 

If  love  be  absent,  lam  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  ani  nothing  without  love. 
Should  I  diftribute  all  my  store, 

To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flam?, 
To  g-ain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; 
If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifi.<,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

HYMN1r35.     Lon^  Metre. 

Tht  lovt  of  Ckrist  ihed  abroad  in  ihe  heart. 
Hph.  iii.  16,  ^Vc. 
1  rf^OME,  dearest  Lord,  descond  and  dwell 

\J  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breast; 

Then  shall  we  know  and  taste,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 
-2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 

Of  tliine  unnieasurable  grace. 

3  Now  10  tixi  God,  whose  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honours  done. 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 
HYMiN    136.    Common  Metre.        * 
Sincei-ity  and  hypocrisy  ,  or,  formality  iif-  rooiy- 

ship.    John  iV.  24.     Psalm'cxxxix.  23,  24. 
1  g~^  OB  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise, 
\X  lie  sees  our  inmost  mind  )^ 


Book  1.  HYMiN  137.  93 

In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 
2  Nothing  but  truth  before  bis  throne 
With  honour  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hyiwcrites  are  known 
Tbn  jgh  the  disguise  they  weafi 
S  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 
Thi-ir  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  no;  the  heart  is  found. 
4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  sta"nd  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

-,        HYMN  137.    Loiiij  Metre. 

Sah:ation  hy  gruce  in  Christ.    2  Tim,  i.  9,  10. 

NOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  supreme 
Be  everlasting  honours  giv'n ; 

ile  saves  from  hell,  (we  bless  "his  name) 

He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 
.  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 

lie  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 

And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 
:•  'Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun  ; 

To  rescue  rebel's  doom'd  to  die ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

•1  Tesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 
And  makes  bis  fattier's  counsels  known  ; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  dcwii. 


94  HYMN  liiS,  139.         Book  1. 

5  He  dies !  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  destroy : 
Rising',  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

HYMN  138.     Common  Metre. 
Saints  in  the  hands  of  Chy-ist.     John  x.  28,  29. 
i  TTIIRM  as  the  earth  thy  pospel  stands, 
Jt.     My  Lord,  my  hope,  n-y  trust ; 
If  I  am  foiipd  in  Jesus'  Jiands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 
2  His  honour  is  eng-ag'd  to  save 
The  meanest  of  his  sheep  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 
8  Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  breast; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love, 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 

HYMN  139.    Long  Metre. 

//ope  in  the  covenant ;  or,  God'^s  promise  and 
tmth  unchangeable.     Heb.  vi.  17,  19. 

1  TTFOW  oft  have  sin  and  satan  strove 

pl    To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God  I 
Dut  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  v.ond'rous  grace ; 
Eternal  Pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endless  praise 

r;  Amidst  temptations,  sharp  and  long, 
r.Iy  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  temi>€3ts  blow,  ar.d  billows  rise. 


Book  1.  HYMN  140.  9.5 

4  The  grospel  bears  my  spirit  up : 
A  faithful  and  nnchanging'  God 

Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hops, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

HYMN  140     CoiiiTiio.1  Metre. 

A  living  and  a  dead  faith ;  collected  from  sfverm 
scriptures. 

1  TV/f  ISTAKEN  souls  !  tliat  dream  of  heav'n. 
JJ'L  And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  1)8  cold  and  dead  ; 

Kone  but  a  living-  pow'r  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

5  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  tlepart, 

And  lifts  tlie  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  failh  that  conquers  earth  and  heli 

Ey  a  celestial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  graca^at  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  [Faith  must  obey  her  father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace  ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 
C  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  fiee. 
He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  ^Vo^ld  he  send  his  son  to  be 
The  minister  of  shi. 
7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame. 
And  seals  our  peace  with  God  : 
Pd 


96  HYMN  141.  Book). 

Jesus  and  bis  salvation  came 
By  water  and  by  biood.] 

HYMN  141.    Short  Metre. 

Tht  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Christ. 
Isa.  Uii.  1—5,  10—12. 

1  ■firnO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 

?  T     Or  thy  salvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm,  Almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  esteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief: 

Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were. 
And  his  companion,  grief. 
5      They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  scorn  5 
But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Tlieir  sorrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  stubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles  then  nnknown, 

The  God  of  justice  pleas'd  io  bruise 
His  best  beloved  Son. 

5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 
And  make  his  kingdom  stand  j 

My  pleasi.re,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
'•■  Shall  prosper  in  bis  hand. 

6  rilis  .ioyful  soul  shill  see 
xhe  purchase  of  his  pain. 

And  by  his  knowledge  justify 

The  guilty  sons  of  men.] 

[Ten  thousand  captive  slaves, 

Releas'd  from  death  and  sin, 
Shall  quit  their  prisons  and  their  graves, 

And  own  his  pow't  divine.) 


BooKl.        HYMN  142,  143.  9 

8  [Heavn  shall  advance  my  Son 
To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
Who  saw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
And  bore  their  sins,  and  died.'-  ] 

HYMN  142.   Short  Metre. 

Tht  same.     Isa.  liii.  6—12. 

1  T  IKE  sbeep  we  went  astray, 
i  i  And  broke  the  fold  of  God ; 

Each  wand'rinjr  in  a  diff 'rent  way, 
But  all  tne  downward  road. 

2  Hjw  dreadful  was  the  hour, 
When  Gofl  our  wand'rings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  veng^eance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  I 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 
Wheo  Christ  sustaiii'd  the  stroke' 

Ills  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranson'.  for  the  flock. 
1      His  honour  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death 
And  made  as  vile  as  thej-. 

5  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 

And  make  him  see  a  nuui'rous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

6  "HI  g'ivn  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"A  portion  with  the  strong' ; 

He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  bis  honours  Icing." 
HYMN  143      Common  Meiie. 
Characters  of  tht  children  o/  God  i  from  st\i 

scriptures. 
I     y4  S  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast, 
jt\.  To  feed,  anv^  grow,  and  thrive j 


I'J  HYMN  143.  Book  1. 

So  saints  with  joy,  tbe  gospel  taste, 
And  by  the  gospel  live. 
2  [With  inward  gust  their  heart  approves 
Ail  that  the  word  relates ; 
Tliey  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 
S  [Not  all  the  fiattVintf  baits  on  earth, 
Can  make  them  slaves  to  lust ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
Kor  grovel  in  the  dust. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  use 

Shall  bind  their  souls  to  vice; 
Faith,  like  a  conrju'ror  can  produce 
A  thousand  victories.] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will  •, 
But  with  the  noblest  powVs  they  have 
His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 

7  They  find  access,  at  evVy  hour. 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joj's  thai  never  fail  ] 

8  0  happy  souls !  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace ; 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seal, 
Acd  see  his  lovply  face. 

9  Lord,  I  address  thy  heav'nly  throne  j 

Call  me  a  child  of  tbine, 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  hcait  divine. 


Book  I.        HYMN  141,  145.  DQ 

lO  There  shed  thy  choicest  loves  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  strong  : 
Then  shall  I  say,  •'  My  Father  God." 
With  an  unwav'i  ing  tongue. 

HFMN  144.     Common  Metre. 

The  viitntssing  and  sealing  Spirit. 
Koiu.  viii.  14,  16.     Eph.  i.  13,  14. 

1  TITHY  should  ihe  children  of  a  King 

»  f     Go  mourning  all  their  days  f 
Great  Comforter  !  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav'n .'' 
Vv''hen  wilt  thou  banish  ray  complaint?, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart. 
That  I  am  born  cf  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledo^e  of  joys  to  come , 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  iJove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN  115.     Common  Mfctic. 
Christ  and  Aaron ;  taken  from  Ileb.  vii.  St.  Jx. 

1  T  ESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
%3    A  thousand  glories  more 

Than  the  ricii  gems  and  polish'd  gold 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  first  tLeir  own  burnt  olT'rinffs  brotiglH 

To  purge  themselves  from  sin  ;  " 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  spot, 
Ami  an  thy  nature  clean-. 


100  HYMN  116.  Book  I. 

3  [Fresh  blood,  as  constant  as  the  day, 

Was  on  their  altar  spilt  •; 
But  thy  one  off'ring  takes  away, 
For  ever  all  our  guilt.] 

4  [Their  priesthood  ran  thro'  sev'ral  hands, 

For  mor(al  was  their  race  •, 
TJiv  never-changing  office  stajids 
Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

5  [Oncp,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appears 
Befoie  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Christ  by  his  own  pow'iful  blood, 

Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
Shows  his  own  sacrifice.] 

7  Jesus,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 

On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill  -, 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  slain, 
And  wears  bis  priesthood  still. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face  . 
Give  him,  my  »oul,  thy  cause  to  plead, 
Nor  dfubi  the  Fathei's  gra"o. 

HYMN  14G.   Long  Metre. 
Characters  of  Ckriit  borroxeed  from  inanimat« 

thingi  in  scripln>e. 
1    rr^  0  worship  at  Immanufel's  feet, 

\_\jr  See  in  his  face  what  vvonderg  mePt ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express ! 
Ills  worth,  his  giory,  or  his  grace} 
-2  [The  whole  cresllon  can  afford ; 
V'.-A  SQivr  fitiiif  s  adows  of  my  Lord  , 


Book  I.  HYMN  U6.  10. 

Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  fls  he  comi-arM  to  v/inc  or  bread  ? 
Bear  Lord,  our  f  oiUs  would  thus  be  fed  ; 
That  tlesb.  lliut  dying  tloud  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  lifi;,  is  Iioav'nly  wine.] 

4  fls  he  a  tree?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  frcni  his  healiu*  leaves : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bougl, 
Js  iJa'iid's  root  and  oflsprii:|:  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rose?  Not  Sharou  }'ields 
auch  fragrancy  iu  all  her  fields . 
Or  if  the  lily  ii'e  assume. 

The  valiies  bless  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  fls  he  a  vine  ?  Ills  heavT.ly  root 
Supplies  the  bou,-;hs  v..Ith  life  and  fruit; 
O  let  a  Icijtir.g-  unicr.  join 

My  Eoal  to  Christ,  the  living  vine  !] 

7  [is  he  the  head  ?  Each  member  live?, 
And  osvns  the  vital  powVs  he  gives  j 
The  saints  Lelow,  and  irJots  abov;;. 
Jcin'd  by  lii.s  .Sj'irii'.  and  hisJove.] 

?.  [Is  he  a  founuun  ?  TJ;f  re  I  hEthc, 
And  lies!  tlic  plague  of  S!!\  and  death  ■ 
Tiiese  waters  all  my  ?<!ul  renew. 
And  cleanse  my  sjjotted  ;;'.irraer:ts  toe! 

9  [Is.  he  a  fire  ?  llc'll  "purj;?  niy  dross ; 
l>Jt  the  tru'i  STli!  s^'ictains  no  loss  • 
l,ii.e  a  re/iner  shall  be  k'.". 

And  ne-id  ihf  refuse  wiUi  his  feet] 

10  fls  he  a  T;ick  ?  How  finn  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Pges  never  moves-. 

■y  ei  til"  swVftt  Streams  that  fjwn  him  flofr 
h\\ei)\  US  all  O'-e  dvjert  Ihrcup-b.l 


m  HYMN  146.  Book  1. 

11  !  Is  be  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God ; 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
Thera  would  I  walk,  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hilJ.] 

12  [Is  he  a  doOr  ?  I'll  enter  in : 
Behold  the  pastures  large  and  green ; 
A  paradise,  divinely  fair ; 

None  but  the  sheep  have  freedom  there.] 

13  [Is  he  designed  a  corner  stone, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too. 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

\4  [Is  be  a  temple  i*  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majesty  and  pow'r ;] 
And  still  to  his  most  holy  plaee. 
Whene'er  I  pray  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

.5  [Is  he  a  star  ?  He  breaks  the  night. 

Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  iiglit ; 

I  knowhis  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  star.] 

16  [Is  he  a  sun  ?  His  beams  are  gra-^e, 
ilis  course  is  joy  and  righteousness ; 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears, 
To  chase  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.]   ] 

i7  [0  let  rae  cli»nb  those  higher  skies, 
V/uere  storms  and  darkness  never  rise  ! 
There  he  displays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  shines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.] 

li  Nor  earth,  nor  .seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heav'n,  his  full  resemblance  bears; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Tiii  xii  behold  him  lace  to  face. 


Book  1 .  HYMN  U7.  103 

HYMN  147.    Long  Metre. 

Tht  names  and  titles  of  Christ ;f>om  several 
scri}jtu.yes. 

!   r^rWMS  from  the  treasures  of  his  word 
L    A    I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord ; 
Nor  art  nor  nature  ca'i  supply 
Sufficient  forras  of  majesty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with  undiminish'd  rays; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings,  Uie  Lord  most  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh: 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

1  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  resents  his  injur'd  love  ; 
AwaUesJiis  wrath  wiiiiout  delay. 
And  Judah's  lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  assumes ! 
"  Light  of  the  world  and  Life  of  men  •,'-' 
Nor  bears  those  characters  in  vain. 

9  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart. 
He  acts  the  Mediator's  part ; 
A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  ascends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friend?, 
And  saints  in  full  fruition  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 


10 1  HYMN  148.        BooKl 

HYMN  148.    Particular  Metre. 

The  samt  as  the  lAQth  Fsalm. 

1  rTiriTH  cheerful  voice  I  sine 
l^V    The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrov/  all  the  names 

Of  honour  from  his  word. 
Nature  nor  art 
Can  e'er  supply 
Sufficient  forms 
Of  majesty. 

2  In  Jesus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shinin_^  for  ever  brig-ht 
With  mild  and  lovelv  rays. 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.] 

3  The  sov'reign  King  of  kings. 
The  Lord  of  lords  most  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  call'd 
"  The  Word  of  God  ;" 
He  vales  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  j>:-omises  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  movf. 
The  angry  Lamb  resents 
Th'  injuries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  tin;  pn-y 


SooKl.  HYMN  149.  105 

5  But  wben  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  come?, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  as-xutnesj 

"Light  of  the  world, 

And  Life  of  men  ;" 

Nor  will  be  bear 

Those  names  in  vain. 

G  Immense  compassion  reigns 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
AVhen  he  descends  to  act 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend, 

And  brother  too ; 

Divinely  kind, 

Divinely  true. 

7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge. 
Ills  awful  throne  ascends, 
Acd  drives  the  rebels  far 
Ftom  favourites  and  frieidi : 

Then  shall  the  saints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 

HYMN  149.   Long  Metre. 

Tkt  oJUces  of  Chri$t)/rom  several  scripturet. 

\    TOIN  all  the  liames  of  love  and  pow'r, 
t  J    That  ever  men  or  angels  bore ; 
AH  are  loo  mean  to  sp«ak  hij  worth, 
Or  set  ImmanHcTs  glory  forth. 

2  Rut  oh  !  what  condescending  ways 
He  lakes  to  tcuch  his  hJ-av'nly  grace '. 


106  HYMN  149.  Book  1. 

My  eyes  w  ith  joy  and  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  to  me. 
S  [The  "  Angel  of  the  cov'nant"  stands 
VVith  his  commission  in  his"  hai)ds, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  the  great  salvation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet !  let  me  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tiding-s  came, 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  sins  forgiv'n. 

Of  hell  subdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n.] 

5  [My  bright  Example,  and  my  Guide, 
I  would  be  walking-  near  thy  side  5 

0  let  me  never  run  astray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd ;  he  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring:  soul  amongst  his  sheep ) 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
And  in  his  bosom  bears  the  lambs.] 

7  [My  surety  undertakes  my  cause, 
Answ'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws ; 
Behold  my  soul  at  freedom  set, 

My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 
3  [Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest,  has  died, 

1  seek  no  sacrifice  beside ; 

His  blood  did  once  for  ail  atone. 

And  now  he  pleads  before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high. 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  say, 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy"  sceptre,  and  thy  sword,  I  siog ; 
Thine  is  the  vict'jy,  and  I  sit 

A  joyful  subject  at  thy  feet] 


BooKl.  HYMN  150.  107 

11  [Aspire,  my  soul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
Tlie  '•  Captain  of  salvation"  lea  js ; 
Blarcli  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way.] 

12  [Should  deatli.snd  hel^and  powVs  unknown 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe  -,  for  Christ  displays 
Salvation  in  more  sov  reign  v/ays.] 

HYMN  150.    Particular  Metre. 

The  same  as  tht  148iA  Fsalm. 

1  TOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
tl    Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  sj't 
My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  0  what  ^-entle  terms, 
What  condescending'  ways 
Dotb  our  Redeemer  use 

To  teach  his  heav?nly  grace  1 
Bline  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

5  [Array'd  in  mortal  flesh, 
He,  like  an  angel,  stands. 
And  holds  the  promises 
And  r»ardons  in  bis  hands. 

Corumission'd  from 

Hi?  Fathers  thror.?, 


108  HYMN  150.  Book  18 

To  make  his  grace 
To  niorails  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  Joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came ; 

The  joyful  news 

Of  sins  forgjv'n, 

Of  l-.eli  snb.Ju'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.j 

5  [Be  tliou  my  counsellor, 
My  patron  and  my  guide; 
And  throufrh  this  desert  land 
Still  keep  nie  near  thy  side. 

O  let  my  fe^t 
Ne'er  rim  astray, 
Nor  rove  nor  seek 
The  cror  sed  way  !] 

G  [I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ; 
His  -vsatchful  eyes  shall  lieep 
My  wand'rinij  soul  among 
The  thousands  of  his  sheep : 

He  feeds  his  tlock, 

lie  c:ill3  !heir  names, 

His  bosom  bears 

The  tender  lamb?.] 

7  [To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  cause  ; 
He  answers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  law4. 

Behold  my  soul 

At  freedom  set ! 

My  Surety  paid 

The  dreadful  debt.] 


Book  1.  HYMN  150.  109 

B  [Jesus,  my  gve&t  High  Priest, 
Offer'd  his  blood,  and  died : 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside. 

His  pow'rful  blood 

Ijid  once  atone  j 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears  ^ 
For  my  defence  on  high ; 

The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell 

Or  sin  can  say, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away.] 

10  [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  ConquTor  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre,  and  thy  sword,  ~ 
Thy  rejfe'nin'g  grace  I  sing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  ; 
Behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet.] 

1 1  [Now  let  my  soul  arise. 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  , 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  saint 
Shall  win  the  day 
Though  death  and  hell 
Obstruct  the  way.] 


110  HYMN  150.         Book 

12  Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Pat  their  most  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe ; 

For  Christ  displays 

Superior  pow'r 

And  guardian  grace. 


HYMNS. 


BOOK  U. 


COMPOSED   ON  DIVINE   SUBJECTS. 

HYMN  1.    Lonsr  Metre.  . 

A  song  of  Praise  to  God. 

1  -J\r  ATURE,  with  all  her  pow'rs  shall  s5»g 
Xl    God  the  Creator  and  the  King ; 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies,  nor  seas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2  Begin  to  niake  his  glories  known, 
Ye  seraphs  that  sit  near  his  throne  ; 

Tune  your  harps  high,  and  spread  ibe  sound 
To  the  creation's  utmost  bound. 

3  [AU  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  vour  force,  and  own  his  name ; 
Whilst  witli  our  souls,  and  -^ith  our  voire, 
We  sing  his  honours  and  our  joys.] 

4  [To  him  be  sacred  all  we  have, 
From  t'ae  young  cradle  to  the  greve ; 
Our  lips  shall  his  loud  wondeis  t-eil, 
And  ey'ry  word  a  miiacie.] 

5  [These  Western  .chores,  our  aative  land 
feie  safe  in  the  Almighty's  hand : 

Our  toes  of  vlct'ry  dream  m  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain] 
Ee 


11^-  Hl-MN  2.  Book  2. 

fi  Kaise  vnoiju mental  praises  high 
To  liini  who  tliuuderji  tliiou^  the  sky 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  au  aspiring  tyrant  down. 

7  I  Pillars  of  lasting  brass  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  lii'  Eternal  Mame ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  iroin  far 
'i'he  honours  of  the  G od  of  war.] 

ti  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftiest  thoughts  and  loudest  songs  •, 
Let  there  be  sung,  with  warmest  joy, 
Ilosanna  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

V  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
.Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  j 
The  strangest  notes  that  angels  raise. 
Taint  in  the  w  orship  and  the  praise.] 

HYMN  2.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  of  a  sinner. 
1    ]»,|  Y  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
if.!.  Damuntion  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 
Upon  a  d3'ing  bed  '. 
-  Ling'ring  about  tliese  moi;^  shores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay^ 
Till,  like  a  flood  v  ith  rapid  foi-ee, 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 
S  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 
Down  t }  the  fiery  coast, 
Amongst  abominable  fierds  j 
iierself  a  f;  ighted  ghost. 
4  TLtfie  endless  crowds  of  sirt.iers  lie, 
Am'  darkness  makes  their  ckains ; 
'I'onur-d  With  kfen  despair,  the}  cry, 
i,u  Viiil  for  fiercer  pains. 


Book  2.  HYMN  3.  Hi^ 

5  Not  all  theif  anguish  and  their  blood 
For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
•   Amazing  grace,  that  kept  ray  breath, 
Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  insur'd  his  love  '. 

HYMN  3.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  saint. 
1  TTf  THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. 
VV    Or  shake  at  death's  alarms .'' 
'TIS  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
J  Ai'e  we  not  tending  upward  too, 
As  fast  as  time  can  move  f 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slew, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Th>;irbjdies  to  the  tomb  f 
There  ibe  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  letl  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  gravrs  of  all  the  saints  he  bless'd, 

And  sof ten'd  ev'ry  bed : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  be  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  show'd  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  ihe  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly. 
At  ibt-  great  risliig  day. 
0  Thon  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
AikI  bid  our  kindred  rise: 
Awake,  ye  nalious  under  gro\iad  ; 
i'e  saints,  iwcead  the  »kics. 


i  14  HYMN  4,  S.  Book  2. 

HYMN  4.    Long  Metre. 

Sahaiian  in  the  cross. 

1  TUERE  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
Ji  I  liiy  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 
J?eneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jesus  !  nor  shall  it  e'er"  remove. 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say. 
With  rage  asKl  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
ZS'or  hell  shall  fright  my  soul  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its' legions  rise. 

2  Should  wC'vlus  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Moveless  ana  firm  this  heart  shou.ld  lie: 
Resolv'd  (f(  r  tlmr's  my  last  defence) 
If  I  must  pcnsh,  here  to  die. 

4  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  cairn  my  fear ; 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  i" 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here ; 
Nor  satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim : 
Hosanna  to  my  dying  God ; 

And  my  best  honours  to  his  name. 

HYMN  5.    Long  Metre. 

Lo'.iging  to  praise  Christ  better. 

1   T   ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
AJi  O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Re5)air'd  anJ  hoiiourM  by  thy  cross  5 

?.  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
Vaitquisb'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine, 
And  see  the  nian,  that  groan'd  and  dted, 
.-iijfjlfjplous  by  bis  Fatheig  side; 


Book  2.  HYMN  6.  ti^ 

5  My  passions  rise  and  soar  above : 
I'm  wiog'd  with  faith,  anil  fir'd  wilU  loyc 
Fail!  would  I  reach  eternal  things. 
And  learn  the  cotes  that  Gabrif,  lings. 

4  But  iny  heart  fails,  my  tongue  coti.|.foins, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  strains; 
And  in  such  humble  notes  as  these 
Falls  far  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  must  appear, 
When  we  shall  leave  these  l>odies  here, 
These  ciog^s  of  clay,  and  mount  on  higb, 
To  join  the  song^  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  o.     Common  Metre. 

A  morning  song. 
NCE  mere,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 


O 


Salutes  thy  waking-  eyes 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  tiie  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n,  on  which  he  sils 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  powV  might  tre«<?, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead. 
But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  flied- 

Sinratbe  lasi  setting  sun  ;       ' '  '' 
And  yet  tfiou  lengib'nest  out  mylhreafJ^J 
Ami  yet  my  moments  ruD.] 


lie  HYMN  7,  8.         Books. 

C  Bear  God,  kt  all  mv  hours  be  thine, 
Whilst  I  enjoy  <he  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  nig-ht. 

HYMN  7.    Common  Metre. 

An  evening  Song. 
.'  r "THREAD  Sov'reign  let  my  ev'nin^  SOng 
I.M-J  Like  holy  incense  rise : 
Assist  the  off'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 
*  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd.j 
S  Perpetual  blessings  from  abov* 
Encomp«s  me  around, 
But  0  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found ! 
i  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  *ed 
To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ' 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  miae. 
Te  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  rene'n''d  by  thee. 
a  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  ray  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 
HYMN  8.    Common  Metre. 


H 


A  Aymn  for  morning  or  evening, 
OSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound 
To  God's  upholding  hand, 


Book  2.  HYMN  9.  H* 

Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  rouml. 
Anil  yet  secure  we  stainl. 

2  That  was  a  most  amazing  pnw'r 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day  and  evVy  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ninjj  rests  our  weary  heat!, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  : 

We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  he>\ 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rising  morning  can't  as'ure 

That  we  shall  end  the  day  5 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  snatch  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin 

To  God's  revenging  law ; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King. 

In  ev'ry  gasp  we  draw. 
S  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings ; 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night 

Beneath  his  shady  wingS. 

HYMN  9.    Common  Metre. 

Godbj  sorrow  arising  from  the  s;iffcrir\gs  qfChirt- 

1      A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ' 

jf^  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  heail 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  i" 

Q  [Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thirc, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  atlexpos'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  SuflfVer  stood  ': 


118  HYMN  10.  Book 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done. 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pifyl  grace  unkuo^vn  ! 
And  love  beyond  degiee ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blashieg  face, 

W  hile  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissclve  my  heart  in  tliankfulness, 

Ana  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 
<   But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  awav ; 

Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  10.     Common  Metre. 
Parting  with  carnal  joys. 
1   TI/B"Y  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
IrJ.  And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 
I  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love. 
Nor  seek  your  friendship  more ; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earii 

That  suits  my  large  desire  ; 
To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  [Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  sin  and  dross  refin'd, 
Sfill  springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
Aad  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 


Books.        HYMN  11,  12.  119 

5  Th'  almighty  Ruler  of  the  sphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  all-sufficience  thert, 
To  make  our  bliss  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'niy  road ; 
There  sits  ray  Saviour,  dress'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

HYMN  11.    Long  Metre 

Tlis  iame. 

1  T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
J.  Awav,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as" the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  despair  •, 
And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  youi   song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 
S  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace. 
That  wam'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes ; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll : 
There  would  I  fix  niy  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

HYMN  12.     Common  Metre. 

Chriit  is  tht  substance  of  the  Ltvitical  priesthood. 
1  fTlHE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
JL    The  types  are  all  withdrawn : 


120  HYxMN  13.  .Book  2. 

So  fiy  the  shadows  and  the  stars 

Before  the  rising  dawn. 
2  No  smoking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lamhs. 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  slain, 
Incense  and  spice,  of  costly  names, 

Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
S  Aaron  must  lay  bis  robes  away, 

rCis  mitr?  and  his  vest. 
When  God  himself,  comes  down  to  be 

The  off 'ring  and  the  priest. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flesh,  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love ; 

For  ns  he  paid  bis  life  below, 

And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "  Father,"  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  sins, 

For  I  myself  have  died ;" 
And  then  he  bhows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  side. 

HYMN  13.    Long  Metre. 

The  creation^  presa-vation,  dissolution,  and 

restoration  of  this  world. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  skies, 

O  The  Lord,  who  rear'd  this  stately  frame  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  sound  his  praise, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  form'd  the  seas,  and  fram'd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  dust  •, 
Nature  and  time,  with  ail  their  wheels^ 
And  put  them  into  motion  first. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres  5 
He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on. 
And  roTind  he  turns  the  hasty  years. 


JooK  2.         HYMN  14,  15.  121 

Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last,  ^ 

Till  all  his  saints  are  gather'd  in : 
Then  for  the  tmtnpet's  dreadful  blast, 
To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again. 

;  Yet,  when  the  sound  shall  tear  the  skies, 
And  lightning:  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

HYMN  14.    Short  Metre. 

The  LorcTs 


day  ;  or,  delight  in  ordmffUXt. ' 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest,  ^"^ 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  '. 
I      The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  *, 
Eere  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
J      One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  mv  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 
t     My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this , 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  15.    Long  Metre. 

The  enjoyment  of  Christ :  or,  delight  in  worship. 
1  TTl  AR  from  ray  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone". 
Ju    Let  my  religious  hours  alone : 


1?2  HYMN  16.  Book  , 

Fain  would  ray  eyes  my  Saviour  see, 

I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  ibee ! 
2  Tily  kPAvt  erows  warm  with  holy  fire, 

And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire : 

Corae,  my  dear  Je<us,  from  above, 

And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love, 
S  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 

la  bloomingr  rows,  ni  thy  rig-ht  hand  ; 

And,  in  sweet  murmurs,"  by  their  side, 

Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hastjigfewi,  but  with  a  smiling-  face, 
And'tfRead  the  table  of  thy  grace : 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine.] 

5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  .' 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  al!  divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine; 
TLou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known 

HYMN   16     Long  Metre. 

Part  the  second. 

1  X  ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace 
Xj  Shines  through  the  beauties  oT  thy  fact 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame ! 

Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 

2  When  1  can  say,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  aad  &ouls  em{doys, 


boK  2.  HYMN  17.  123 

Here  we  could  sit,  and  gaze  away 
A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 
Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  const  of  perfect  light ; 
Then  shall  our  .joyful  senses  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 
[There  shall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'niy  trees*. 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  bestow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 
Send  cosnforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  througli  this  barren  land ; 
And  in  thv  temple  let  us  see 
A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee.] 
HYMN  17.    Common  Metre, 

I  GotPs  tternity. 

RISE,  rise,  mv  soul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
Sttelch  ali'thy  thoughts  abroad; 
And  rouse  up  ev'ry  tuneful  sound 

To  praise  in'  eternal  God. 
l,ong  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 

Jehovah  fiU'd  his  ihrone ; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 

The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 
His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease, 

But  still  maintain  their  prime; 
Etemiti/s  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  *ime. 
!  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 
The  present  and  (he  past. 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  Now, 
And  sees  our  ages  waste. 
>  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too. 
And  vast  destruction  come ; 


m  HYMN  18,  19.       BuoK 

Tlie  creatures,  look  !  how  old  they  grow. 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 
J»  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away. 
And  flames  melt  down  the  skies, 
My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, 
"When  old  creation  dies. 

HYMN  18.     Long  Metie. 

TAe  ministry  of  angels, 

1  TTIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
M!m.  The  king^  of  glory  spreads  his  seat, 
And  troops  of  angels,  stretch 'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  Go,"  saith  the  Lord,  "  n)y  Gabriel,  go, 
Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  won)b  '. 
Make  haste,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
fcing  and  proclaim,  the  Saviour's  come." 

3  Here  a  bright  squadron  leaves  the  skies, 
And  thick  around  Elisha  stands } 
Anon  a  hf'av'uly  soldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  wiiiged  troops,  O  God  of  hosts, 
Wait  on  thy  wana'ring  church  below  ; 
Here  we  are  sailing  to  thy  coasts, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

6  Are  they  not  all  thy  servants.  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come; 
AViih  cheerful  haste  obey  ihy  word. 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

HYMN  19.     Common  xMeti'e. 

Our  bodies  frail,  and  God  our  preserver. 
\   V   ET  others  boasc  bow  strong  they  be, 
i_i  Nor  death  nor  daaper  fear  •, 
iiut  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 


Book  2.  IIYMJS  20.  125 

:  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 
And  flourish  bright  and  gay ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
Aud  lades  the  grass  away. 
>  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 
Aud  dies,  if  one  be  gone  •, 
Strange  I  that  a  harp,  of  thousand  strings. 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 
k  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 
The  God  who  built  us  first  •, 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust, 
j  [He  spake,  and  straight  our  hearts  and  brains, 
In  all  their  motions,  rose ;  .     „ 

'•  Let  blood,"  said  he,  '•  flow  round  the  veins, 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 
9  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tougties. 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  spirit  moves  our  heuviug  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

HYMN  20.    Common  Metre. 

Backsliding^  and  returns ;  or,  the  incoiiSiaiicy  cf 
our  love. 

1  \irH  Y  is  my  heart  so  far  f>-om  thee, 

W     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
■With  thee,  no  more  by  night .'' 

2  [Why  should  my  foolish  passions  ruve  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  bo. 
As  I  have  lasted  in  thy  love. 
As  1  have  found  in  thee  P] 

3  V\~!i».n  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

i'he  savour  of  thy  graces 


126  HYMN  21.  Book  ^ 

My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flatt'riiig  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art. 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thaughtless  heart, 
And  thrust  me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul 

That  I  should  leave  Ihee  so  -, 
Where  will  those  wild  aflTections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  paic. 

And  I  am  drcwnM  in  grief. 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again ; 

He  flies  to  my  relief! 
3  Seizing  my  soul  with  sweet  surprise. 

He  draws  with  loving  bands ; 
Divine  compassion  in  his  eyes. 

And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  vrander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 

Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  cross, 

Rather  than  lose  thy  sight.] 

10  [Make  haste,  my  days  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  tlie  dear  centre  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour'^  breast!] 

HYMN  21.     Long  Metre. 

A  song  of  praise  to  God  the  Redeevur. 
I  T   E T  the  old  heathens  tune  their  song 
M.Ji_  01  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove ; 


Book  2.  HYMN  22.  127 

But  the  sweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

2  Behold  !  a  God  descends  and  dies, 
To  save  my  soul  from  gapiug  heii ! 
How  the  black  gulph,  where  satan  lies, 
Tawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  justice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  stooii 
To  drive  me  down  to  endless  pain  ! 

Bat  the  g:reat  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  erew  mild  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover !  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endless  honours  giv'n  ;^ 
Thv  wondrous  name  shall  be  ador'd, 
Roland  the  wide  earth,  and  v/ider  heav'i'. 

HYMN  22.     Lon^   Metre. 

With  Gcd  is  terrible  majesiy. 

1  rpERRIBLE  God,  who  reign'sl  on  higb, 

X    How  awful  is  thy  thundVmg  hand  1 
Thy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  heU  withstand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
And  satan  fell  beneath  thy  trown  : 
Thine  arrows  struck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  sunk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  still. 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load ; 

"  With  endless  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  Goa  ?" 

4  Tremble,  ye  sinners,  and  submit : 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne ; 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 

Or  his  stn/ng  hand  shall  crush  you  down- 

r  f 


!  ^8  HYMN  23,  24.        Book  2, 

•»  And  ye,  bless'd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name ; 


1  bus  all  his  beav'nly  servants  do ; 
God  is  a  bright  and'buming  flame. 

HYMN  23.     Long  Metre. 

Tht  iight  of  God  and  Christ  in  heaven. 

DESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove,  '• 
Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings } 
\nd  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
riie  reach  of  these  inferior  things* 
LU'^ond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
I'p  where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
^V"here  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  souU 
0  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
L  here  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  lighij 
«  lolh'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 
Adoring  saints  around  hiin  stand, 
And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall ; 
'i'he  God  shines  gracious  through  thetos  ■ 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all! 
(>  \\  iiat  ajnazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their -yolden  harps  they  sing; 
And  si!  on  ev'ry  beav'nly  hill, 
And  spread  the  triumphs  of  tbek"  King  I 
tVheii  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
Thit  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above  j 
And  htand  and  bow  amongst  them  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 

HYMN  24.    Long  Metre. 

J  kt  tvil  of  sin  visible  in  the  fall  of  angels  and 

nien. 

HEN  the  great  Builder  arcii'd  the  skies, 
And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word ; 


■W 


Book  2.  HYMN  ^.  12S 

The  joyful  cherubs  tuTi'd  his  praise, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

2  High  i-  the  midst  of  all  the  throng 
Satan,  a  tall  archangel,  sat ; 
Amongst  the  morning  stars  he  sung, 
Till  sin  destroy'd  his  heav'nly  state. 

3  f'Twas  sm  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  ihr«lie7 
Grov'ling  in  fire,  the  rebel  lies  -, 

"  How  art  thou  sunk  in  darkness  down, 
Sun  of  the  morring,  from  the  skies  1"] 

4  And  thus  our  two  fiist  parents  stood, 
Till  sin  defil'd  the  happy  place  : 
They  lost  their  garden,  and  their  God, 
And  ruin  d  all  their  unborn  race. 

d  [So  sprung  the  plaguo  from  Adam's  bow'f- 
And  spread  destruction  all  abroad  •, 
Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoil'd  six  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble  ray  soufand  mourn  for  grjef, 
That  such  a  foe  should  seize  thy  breast } 
riy  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief-, 

Oh !  may  he  slay  this  treach'rous  guest, 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  BLing, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  shouts  shall  rise  , 
Thine  everlasting  arms  we  sing, 

For  sin,  the  monster,  bleeds  and  dies. 
HYMN  25.    Common  Metre. 

Complaining  of  spiritual  sloth. 
t  Tk/SY  drow.sy  powVs,  why  sleep  ye  SO  1 
ItjL  Awake.'niy  sluggish  soul  I 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  doj 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull ! 
2  The  little  ants  tor  one  poor  grain, 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive  j 


110  HYMN  26.  Book  % 

Tet  we  who  hare  a  heav'n  t'  obtaifi, 
How  negligent  we  live  ? 

3  We,  for  whose  salie  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  theii-  courses  move; 
We,  for  whoae  guarti,  the  augel  bantifl 
Come  flying  from  above  5 

4  We,  for  -whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  gfood : 
How  carejess  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  slugg^ish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  fioni  iL'  heav'nly  bill, 

And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

•  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move  ; 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise : 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  lov*{, 

We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN  2G.     Loiig^Metre. 

God  invisible. 

LORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals,  blind, 
We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode ; 
Oh  !  'tis  beyond  a  creature's  hand, 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God- 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  sky, 
The  great  ETERNAL  reigns  alone ; 
Where  neither  wings,  nor  souls  can  fly, 
Nor  angeis  climb  the  topless  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  seat 
Of  gems  incomparably  bright; 
And  lays  beneath  his  sacred  feet 
Substantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eye» 
JLook  through,  and  cheer  us  from  abore  j 


Book  S.  HYMN  27.  191 

Beyond  our  praiise  thj  grandeur  fli«s, 
Yet  we  adore,  ami  yel  we  love- 

HYxMN  27.     Lonsf  Metre. 

Prttise  ye  him.  aH  his  angels.     Psalm  cslTiij.  5. 

1  f^  OD  !  the  eternal,  awful  name, 

KJt  That  the  whale  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  shakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  servants  are, 
And  light  surrounus  his  dwelling  plac«; 
Bat,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  such  poor  worms  as  we 
To  speak  so  infinite  a  thing: 

But  your  immort.il  eyes  survey 
The  "beauties  of  your  sov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  sliows  bis  smiling  faee, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  j 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  songs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak,  for  you  feel  his  burair.g  love. 
What  zeal  it  spreads  thro'  all  your  frame  ! 
That  sacrod  fire  dwells  ail  above, 

For  we,  on  earth,  have  lost  the  name. 

6  [Sing of  his  powV  and  justice  too; 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his. 
That  vanrjuish'd  satan  and  his  crew, 
When  thunder  itrove  them  down  from  blis?.  ^ 

7  What  mighty  storms  of  poison'd  darts 
Were  hurl'd  upon  i'le  rebt  Is  there ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  heart* 
Fast  to  the  racks  of  long  despair  ! 

8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  host 
Tou  that  beheld  the  sinkinj^  fee ; 


132  HYMN  28.  Book  2i 

Firmly  ye  stood  when  they  were  lost ; 
Praise  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  so. 
9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  skies ; 
Let  ev'ry  distant  nation  hear ; 
And,  while  you  sound  his  lofty  praise, 
L«t  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear.] 

HYMN  28     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  eternity. 

i  QJTOOP  down  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  tO 
O  Converse  awhile  with  death, 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath  -, 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few  ; 
Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  oh,  the  soul,  tha!  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  I 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dweH. 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell. 
In  infinite  despair. 

5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die .' 

And  must  this  soul  remove '" 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nJgL, 
To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  tbycommaad. 
lo  drop  into  my  dust. 


} 


Books.        HYMN  29,  30.  13.- 

HYMN  29.    Common  Metre. 

Redemption  hy  pries  and  pozcer. 

1  T  ESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
cl   My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 

And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart.  . 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  clearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quencliM  his  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  his  own  vital  flood-, 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  sent  the  lion  downi  to  howl, 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceasing  praise , 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace. 

HYMN  30.    Short  Metre. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

1  rl^lOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
W^  And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 

Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord. 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  '  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  baniih'd  from  the  place 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less.] 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sinff, 
That  never  knew  our  God ; 

But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 


Ki  HYMN  31.  Books 

4  [The  God  that  rules  or.  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  please, 

That  rides  upon  tlie  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  love ; 

He  will  send  down  his  heav'nJy  powVs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 

There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  iramortai  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 
3      [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  j 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faiih  and  hope  may  grow.] 
9      [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thousand  sacred  sweets. 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
X)    Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  •, 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuers  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

HYMN  31.    Long  Metre. 

Christ^s  presence  makes  death  easy. 
I  TirHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 
f  ?    What  tira'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


Boots.  2.  HYMN  32.  1;^ 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dyin^  strife, 
F.  ight  our  approaching-  souls  away ; 
Still  ve  shi  i:ik  back  again  to  lite, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  cur  clay. 

3  Oh ;  if  mv  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  h^v  wings  in  haste, 
Fly,  fearless,  ih;  ougli  Death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  lile  out  sweetly  there. 

HYMN  32      Common  Metre. 

Fratltij  and  folly. 

1  TTOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life! 
Jtl  How  vast  our  souls'  affairs! 
Yet  senseiess  morlals  vainly  strive 

To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlesslv  aloog", 

Without  a  moment's  stay  j 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  awaj\ 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on; 

And,  ever  hast'ning  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  heU, 

That  slight  the  joys  above ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  i«el 
That  break  such  cords  of  love! 

5  Dmw  us,  O  God,  with  sov'reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And.  .-wc  salvation  nigh. 


136  HYMN  33.  Book 

HYMN  33.     Common  Metre. 

The  blessed  society  in  heaven. 

1  "O  AISE  thee  my  soul,  fly  up,  and  run 
Xl/  Through  ev'ry  heav'niy  street, 
And  say,  there's  nought  below  the  sun 

Thai's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  sacred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts  above ; 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  ruightiest  things,   ' 
Shall  tempt  our  meanest  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high  majestic  throne, 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  the  sun,  the  Saviour  sits, 

And  spreads  eternal  noon  j 
No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights. 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidst  those  ever-shining  skies, 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove ; 
While  banish'd  sin,  and  sorrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne ; 
And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 
The  infinite  THREE  ONE. 

7  [But,  oh,  what  beams  of  heav'niy  grace  ; 

Transport  them  all  the  while ! 
Ten  thousand  smiles  from  Jesus'  face, 
And  love  in  ev'ry  smile  I 

8  Jesus,  O  when  shall  that  dear  day, 

That  joyful  hour,  appear. 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay, 
To  dwell  amongst  them  there  f 


Books.        HYMN  34,  35.  137 

HYMN  34.    Common  Metre. 

Bnatking  after  the  Holy  Spirit  ;  or,  feratney  of 
devotion  desired. 

1  /^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
yj  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys : 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go. 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 
[  3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 
I  4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
S  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  35.    Common  Metre. 

Praise  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption.' 

1  T   ET  them  neglect  thy  glory.  Lord, 
X-i  Who  never  knew  thy  grace ; 
But  our  loud  song  shall  still  record 

The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee. 

And  6end  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  tlv  UNITED  TIIIIEE 
The  undivided  ONE. 

3  'Twas  He  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

Wbo  form'd  us  by  a  word , 


] 

136  HYMN  36.  Book  » ' 

'Twas  He  restor'd  our  ruin'd  iVarae  j 
Salvatioii  to  the  Lord  1 
4  Ilosanna,  let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

HVMN  36     Short  Metre. 

Chi-isfs  intercession. 

1  "l^ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 

f  V    T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance,  now  * 
No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ,  I 

If  justice  call  for  sinners'  blood,  | 

The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  suit  he  moves  j 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smites,  and  loves. ' 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honour  sing ; 

Jesus,  the  Priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 
And  sound  his  glories  high : 

"  Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
Who  lays  his  thunder-  by.] 

6  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
And  triumphs  all  above ;" 

But,  Lord  how  weak  are  mortal  straius, 
To  speak  immortal  love ! 

7  [How  jarring  and  how  low, 
Are  all  the  notes  we  sing ! 


Book  2.        HYMN  37,  38.  139 

Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  song's  anew, 
And  thev  shall  pJease  the  King.] 
HYJVilS  37.    Common  Metre. 

The  same. 
i  T  IFT  up  your  eyes,  to  th'  heav'nly  seat, 
M-J  Where  j'our  Redeemer  stays ; 
Kind  Intercessor,  there  he  sits, 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 
2  'Twas  well,  my  soul,  he  died  for  thee, 
And  shed  his  vital  blood ; 
Appens'd  stern  justice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arose  to  God. 

5  Petitions  now,  and  praise  may  rise, 
And  saints  their  off 'rings  brinof; 
The  Priest,  with  his  own  sacrifice, 
Presents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  PapisU  trust  what  nances  they  please, 

Their  saints  and  angels  boast; 

We've  no  such  advocates  as  these, 

Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  host.] 

5  Jesus  alone  shall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Fafhe«r's  throne ; 
He,  dearest  Lord,  perfumes  my  sighs, 
And  sweetens  ev'ry  groan 

6  [Ten  thousand  praises  to  the  King, 

Hosanna  in  the  high'st , 
Ten  thousand  thanks  our  spirits  bring, 
To  God,  and  to  his  Christ.] 

HYMN  38.     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  God. 
1  TTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reiga, 
Jul  Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  die  rest. 


140  HYMN  39.  Book  2. 

2  Knowledge,  alas !  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fi^ht  and  rei^, 
If  loTe  be  absent  there. 
5  'Tis  love  that  makes  our -cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move ', 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too  ; 
But  satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings,  ] 

"When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  stringc, 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

HYMN  39.     Common  Metre. 

T/is  short7iess  and  misery  of  lift. 

1  I^UR  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days, 
\J  Are  short  ard  wretched  too  ! 

"  Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  says, 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

2  Tis  but,  at  best,  a  narrow  bound. 

That  heav'ii  allows  to  n*en  •, 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  roUB^ 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  must  be  ssd  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haste ; 
Moments  of  sin,  and  months  of  wo, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  ssul. 

And  call  her  to  the  skies. 
Where  years  of  long  salvation  roH, 
And  glory  never  dies. 


Booii2.        HYMN  40,  41.  141 

HYMN  40.    Common  Metre. 

Our  comfoft  in  the  covenant  made  wkh  Chrirt, 
UR  God,  how  firm  his  promise  i 


O' 


E'en  when  he  hides  his  face ! 
He  (rusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  giorj',  and  his  grace. 

2  Then,  why  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 

Since  Christ  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faitliful  to  his  saints,    , 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  smiles  rjy  heart  has  liv'd, 

And  part  of  heav'n  possess'd; 
I  praise  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 

HYMN  41.    Long  Metre. 

A  sight  of  Ood  mortifies  us  to  the  voild. 

1  r  TTP  to  tLe  fields,  where  angels  lie, 
L  U    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fabi  would  my  thoughts  leap  out,  and  Sy, 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Christ, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove ; 
And  thou  can'st  bear  me  where  thou  fly'st, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celestial  Dove  ! 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  see 
The  glories  of  Ih'  eternal  skies ; 

What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be. 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes  !J 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  sooh  ; 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 


U2  HYMN  42.  Book  %,, 

6  T)'.fin  they  iriight  fight,  and  ra  je,  and  rave, 
I  should  perceive  the  ooi«p  no  more, 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  ALL  IN  ALL.  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face ; 
And  all  my  powVs  shall  bow,  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

HYMN  42.     Common.  Metre. 

Delight  in  God. 

1  lV4rY  God,  what  endless  pleasures  dwsll 
J-T Jl  Above,  at  thy  rigrbt  hand  ! 

Thy  courts  below,"  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  stand ! 

2  The  swallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upward  towVd  the  sLIes, 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat. 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  presence.  Lord, 

Do  shout  with  joyful  tongues ; 

Or,  sitting  round  our  Father's  board, 

We  crown  the  feast  with  songs. 

4  While  Jesus  shines  with  quick'uing  jfrace. 

We  sing,  and  mount  on  high  5 
But,  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 

We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
6  [Just  as  we  see  the  lonesome  dove, 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  state, 
Wandring, she  flies  through  all  th' grove, 

And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 
6  Just  so,  our  tb  ^..ghts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  restless  circles  rove ; 
Just  so  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing, 

When  Jesus  hides  bis  /ove.] 


Book  2.        HYMN  43,  44.  143 

HYMN  43.     Long  Metre. 

Chrisfs  sufferings  and  glory. 

1  "VrOW  for  a  tune  nf  lofty  praise 
iAi    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  niv  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  be  hatb  done. 

2  Sini^,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  swill  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love'. 

S  [Down  to  this  base,  this  sinful  earth, 

He  came  to  raise  our  nature  high ; 

He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath, 
I    Jesus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 
i4  [Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around ; 

His  precious  blood  the  monsters  spilt; 

Wliile  weighty  sorrows  pres&d  hira  down, 
;    Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 
is  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death,  ^ 

;    Th'  Almighty  captive  pris'ner  lay; 

Th'  Almighty  captive  left  the  eartb; 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 
e  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  li'ght, 

Up  to  his  throne  of  shining  grace ; 

See  what  immortal  glories  sit 

Round  the  sweet  beauties  of  his  face  i 
7  Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 

And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains. 
HYMN  44.     Lone:  Metre. 

Hell }  or,  the  vens^eunce  of  God. 
J  ■  fTiriTH  holy  fear,  and  humble  song, 
T  V    The  dreadful  God  our  souls  adore  ; 


144  HYMN  45.  Book  2. 

Rev'reuce  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  speaks  the  tenors  of  his  pow'r. 

i  Far,  lu  the  deep,  where  darkness  dwells. 
The  land  of  horror  and  despair, 
Justice  has  built  a  dismal  hell, 
And  laid  her  stores  of  vengeance  there. 

S  [Eternal  plagties,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflict  immortal  pains, 
Dipt  in  the  blood  of  damned  souls. 

4  There  satan,  the  first  sinner,  lies. 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  strives  to  rise, 

Crush'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghosts,  of  Adam's  race, 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  Ijeneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  scorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they'incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  soul,  and  kiss  the  Son ; 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call; 
Else  your  damnation  imstens  on. 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

HYMN  45.     Long  Metre 

God's  condescension  to  our  worship. 

1  rilHY  favours,  Loni,  sru-prise  our  souls  ; 

.1    Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canst  thou  find  beneath  t>ie  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  starry  throne. 
And  please  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  song? ; 
But  heav'nly  majesty  comes  down, 

And  bows  to  hearken  to  eur  .tongues  '• 


Book  2.  HYMN  46.  145 

3  Great  God !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  so  infinite  as  thine ! 
Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
But  thy  compassion's  all  divine. 

HYMN  4G    Long  Metre. 

God's  condescension  to  human  affairs. 

1  TTP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  nigh, 
\j    And  vie^s  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  [He  that  can  shake  ihe  worlds  he  madt 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod ; 
His  goodness,  how  amazing  great! 
And  what  a  condescending  God  ! 

3  God,  that  must  sloop  to  view  the  skies, 
And  bow  to  see  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  casts  his  eyes, 

I      And  bends  his  footsteps  downward  too.^ 

I  4  He  overrules  all  mortal  things, 

i      And  manages  our  mean  affairs 

t      On  bumbie  souls  the  King  of  kings 

Bestows  his  counse.s,  and  his  cares, 
i  5  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God ; 
'      He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 

And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 
i,  6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
I       Such  condescension  to  perform ; 

I'or  woiias  were  never  rais'd  so  high 

Above  their  meanest  fellow  worm. 
7  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
,       A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  songs  should  rise.  , 

And  teach  the  golden  htirps  thy  oraise. 


'N' 


146  HYMN  47,  48.        Book  2. 

HYMN  47.    Long  Metre. 

Glory  and  gi-nce  in  the  person  of  Christ. 
OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  tongue ; 
Hosanna  to  tli'  Eternal  Name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 
2  See,  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 
a  The  spacious  earth,  and  spreading  flood, 
Proclaim  tlie  wise  and  pow'rful  God  j 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  stai-. 

4  But,  in  his  looks,  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labour  of  thiiie  hands; 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace !  'lis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rsjoice  at  Jesus'  name; 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 

Ye  heav'ns,  reilect  it  to   be  ground. 
e  Oh,  may  1  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where/he  unveils  his  lovely  face:  ' 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  I 
HYMN  43.     Common  Metre. 

Lave  to  the  features  is  dangerous. 
1  'WTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  1 
Xl  How  fnlse,  and  yet  how  fair! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too. 
And  cv'rj  sweet  a  suare. 
t  Tl'.e  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Oive  but  a  fiaU'ribg  hglu ; 


Book  2.  HYMiN  49.  U7 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  paitners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love. 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  1 

Thither  the  warm  aflections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  thera  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN  49.      Common  Metre. 

3Ioses  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 
I  T^EATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid. 
3_9  If  God  be  with  us  there  •, 
We  may  wall;  through  the  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 
i  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 
If  my  Creator  bid  •■, 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgalrs  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land. 
My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 
'And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clasp"d  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arras, 

1  would  forget  my  bi«ath  ; 
And  los«  my  life  among  the  cBarms 
Of  so  iJivine  »  d«»tU 


^N' 


48  HYMN  50,  51.       Book  £. 

HYMN  50.    Long  Metre. 

Comforts  under  soin-ows  and  pains. 
^  OW  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  smile, 
^    And  show  my  name  upon  his  heart; 
I  would  forg-et  my  pains  awhile, 
And  in  the  pleasure  lose  the  smart. 

2  !Jut  oh  !  it  swells  my  sorrows  high, 
To  see  my  blessed  Jesus  frown  ; 
My  spirits  siuk,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  springs  of  life  ar-e  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  soul,  w  hy  these  complainti 
Still,  while  be  frowns,  his  bowels  move; 
Still,  on  his  heart,  he  bears  his  saints, 
And  feels  Their  sorrows,  and  bis  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breast ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name : 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  impress'd. 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  last  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Those  letters  shall  securely  stand, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  shall  ray  minutes  smoothly  ruB, 
Whilst  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will ; 
My  rising  and  my  setting  sun 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

HYMN  61.    Long  Metre. 

Qod  the  Son  equal  zoith  the  Father. 
.RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God* 
*  Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought, 

And  woT"ship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

[Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wisdom  sways 

A')\  "nnture  with  a  ^ov'rfifn  word ; 


B' 


Book  2.  HYMN  52.  U9 

And  the  bright  world  of  stars  obeys 
The  will  of  Iheir  suj^erior  Lord.] 

3  [Mercy  and  tiuth  unite  in  one. 
And,  smiling,  sit  at  thy  right  band, 
Internal  iustice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  I'ae  glorious  Deity : 

But  who,  anjongst  the  sons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee  i" 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jesus,  array'd  in  fiesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  witii  God. 

6  [Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 
Their  essence  is  for  ever  ore  ; 

Thousrii  tbev  are  kiiowr.  bv  diff'rent  names, 
The  FATHER  GOD,  and  GOD  the  SON. 

7  Then  let  th»^  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd ; 

llis  praise  let  cv'ry  angel  sing. 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 
HYMN  h±      Com.Tinn  Metre. 

J)enth  drtudful.  or  driightfu?. 
t  irvEATH  !  "'tis  a  meiancho'v  day 
jjp  To  those  that  hav»^  no  God, 
When  the  poor  scid  is  foic'd  away 
To  seek  V.ar  Iml  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  lie;>v'n  siie  !if<s  her  eyes  ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain. 
Still  drag!,  her  aownwaid  from  the  skies. 
To  darkness,  fire ,  and  pain. 

3  Awake, and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  fcell  5 

I.<-t  sr.ibborn  sir.nerF  fear  , 


t50  HYMN  53.  Book  «, 

You  mast  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  FOR  EVER  there ! 

4  See  bow  the  pi<  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
And  sing-  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sov'reign  love, 

Who  promis'd  Iieav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 

Where  happy  spirits  be. 
8  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day ; 
Gome,  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 

To  bear  my  seal  away. 

HYMN  53.     Common  Metre. 

The  pilgrimage   of  the  saints ;  or,  earth  and 
heaven. 

1  1"  ORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
Xj  That  yields  us  no  supply  ; 

No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  1 

2  But  prisking  thorns  through  all  the  ground,  ] 

And  mortal  poisons  grow ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 

With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 
S  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  -, 
Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'niy  road. 

And  run  at  thy  command. 
4  Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  through 

With  undiverted  feet ; 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  subdue 
.  The  terrors  that  we  nwet. 


Book  2  HYMN  53.  151 

5  [A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  pi*ey 

Around  the  forest  roam ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  waj', 
And  guides  the  strangers  home.] 

6  [Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlasting  day.] 

7  By,glinim'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  sacred  road ; 
Thro'  dismal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  snares,  , 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubloji  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Ziou's  hill. 
i  [See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  trav'llers  home.] 
10  There,  on  a  green  and.flow'ry  mount. 
Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And,  with  tmnsporling  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 
n  [No  vain  discourse  shall  fill  our  ton&ue, 
Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  grace  shall  be  our  song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
12  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 

Who  brought  us  safely  through ; 
Our  tongues  shall  never  ceeise  to  sing,  " 
And  endless  praise  renew. 


152  HYMN  54,  55.       Book  Z 

HYMN  54.      Common  Metre. 

God^s  presence  is  light  in  darkness. 

1  Tl/f" Y  (iod,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
ItJL  The  life  of  my  delights, 

The  glory  of  my  brightebt  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
lie  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star. 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  "  I  am  his." 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the'shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord ! 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

HYMN  .55.      Common  Metre 
Frail  life,  and  sxicceeding  tUrnily. 
J  rpHEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
X    And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
2  [Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
As  months  and  days  increase ; 
And  evVy  beating  j'ulse  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  less.  .' 

S  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  first  it  gave  j 


Book  2.  HYMN  56.  153 

Wliate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  trav'lliug  to  the  grave.] 

4  Cangers  stand  thick  brough  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ! 
Tb'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 

Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 
S  Infinite  joj',  or  endless  wo, 
I  Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
I    And  yet,  how  unconcern'd  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 
i  Waken.  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walli  this  dang'rous  road ; 
And,  if  our  souls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

ilay  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  5G.    Common  hletre. 

The  misery  of  being  without  God  Ik  this  world  ,• 

or,  vain  prosjperity. 

1  TVfO  !  I  shall  envy  thern  no  more, 
J3I    Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Tflough  they  increase  their  goldea  store, 

And  rise  to  wond'rous  height. 

2  They  taste  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod  ; 
Well,  they  may  search  the  creature  through 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own  •, 
But  death  comes  hasl'ning  on  to  yoi', 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  must  bow  your  stateJj'  head 

Aw"ay  your  spirit  fiiesj 


154  HYMN  57.  Book  % 

And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 

To  bear  it  to  the  skies. 
5  Go  now,  and  boast  of  ill  your  stores, 

And  tell  how  bright  they  snine  ; 
Tour  heaps  of  gflitt'ring-  dust  are  yours, 

And  my  Redeemer's  mine  '. 

HYMN  57.    Long  Metre. 

The  pleasures  of  a  good  conscience. 
J  TT  ORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they, 
.1  A  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 

And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  ; 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
Atid  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasures  grow ; 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles, 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys ; 
But  spend  the  day  and  share  the  night 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys, 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  mol«!. 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  dust  below  ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  souls, 

And  we'H  aspire  to  glory  too. 


Book  2.        HYMN  68,  59.  155 

HYMN  58.     Common  Metre. 

The  shortness  nf  life,  end  the  goodness  of  God. 

1  nniME  1  what  an  empK-  vapour  'tis ! 

X    And  days,  how  swift  they  are  I 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  shooting  star. 

2  [The  present  moments  just  api^eEir, 

Then  slide  away  in  haste  ■, 
j    That  v;e  can  never  say  they're  here ; 

But  only  say  they're  past.] 
13  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  vring, 
I        And  death  is  ever  nigh ; 

The  moment  when  otir  lives  begin, 

We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God    our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favours  share  j 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load'st  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  s'lVreign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  clotu'd  with  love ; 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leans  our  souls  above. 

6  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round; 

All  glorv  to  the  Lord  '. 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador"d  ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lasting  song* 

And  when  we  close  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praise  prolong, 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 


'G 


HYMN  59.    Common  Metre. 

Paradise  on  eciHh. 
LORY  to  God,  who  walks  the  sky, 
And  sends  his  blessings  through  ; 


156  HYMN  59.  Book  2 

Who  tells,  his  saints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  taste  below. 

2  [GI017  to  God,  who  stoops  his  throne, 

Th?t  dust  and  worms  may  see't, 
And  brings  a  glimpse  of  glory  dowa 
Around  his  sf.cred  feet. 

3  When  Chri^^t,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 

Slifds  his  J.iiid  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  hcav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradise  of  joy 

In  this  wi'd  desert  springs ; 
And  ov'ry  sense  I  straight  employ 

On  sweet  celestial  things. 
3  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  shows ! 
The  rose  of  Sharon  blossoms  here, 

The  fairest  flow'r  that  bl"ws. 

6  Cheerful  I  feast  on  bcav'nly  fruit, 

And  drink  the  pl^^a^ures  down  *, 
Pleasures  tliat  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne  !] 

7  But,  ah  !  how  soon  my  joys  decay ; 

How  soon  my  sins  arise, 
And  snatch  the"  heav'nly  scene  away 
From  these  larnrnting  eyes. 

5  When  shall  the  time,  dear  Jesus,  when 

The  shininn-  day  appear, 
That  I  shall  leave  liiese  clouds  of  sin, 
And  guilt  artd  darkness  here? 
D  Up  to  the  fie:ds,  above  the  sides, 
My  hasty  feet  would  go ; 
There  everlasting  flow'rs  arise, 
And  joi's  unwithVing  grow. 


Book  2.  HYMN  60.  157 

HYMN  60.    Long  Metre. 

The  truth  of  God  the  promiser  ,•  or,  the  promisis 
are  our  security. 

1  T>RAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
Mr  To  him  wlio  eartti's  foundation  laid : 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  g-oodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  hy  his  word  ; 
And  tiiere,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give  ; 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  ihem  i-*  llie  voice  of  God, 
Who  spake,  and  spread  the  skies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pow '  rful  as  that  sound 
That  bid  the  new  made  world  go  round ; 
And  stronger  than  the  solid  poles, 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nalure  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  should  lioubts  and  fears  arise  .* 
Why  trickiinj^  sorrows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  alas  1  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  Oh,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith. 
To  credit  v%hat  fa'  Almighty  saith ! 
T'  embrace  the  message'  of" his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  h'ea^'n  our  own. 

7  Then,  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheds  of  nature  break; 

Our  steady  souls  wuuld  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  \\  licn  billows  roar. 
Our  everlasting  hopes  arise 
Above  the  ruinable  skies, 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  court  his  power  sviStaic*. 


138  HYMN  61,  62.  Book  ^ 

HYMN  61.    Common  Metre, 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 

^   WI"^'  ^""''  come,  meditate  the  day, 
.LtJL  And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clav, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gapingr  tomh; 
This  g-loomy  prison  waiis  for  j'ou, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come.] 
S  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  who  die, 
And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  lenrn  to  fly, 
And  converse?  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  moital  worms. 

5  [How  we  sliould  scorn  these  clothes  of  flesK 

These  fetters  and  this  load, 

And  ion«^  for  ev'ning-  to  undress, 

That  we  may  rest  with  God.] 

6  We  should  almost  tbrsa'ie  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray  and  v.ish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMN  62.    Common  Metre. 

God  the  thtmderer;  or,  the  last  judgment  and  helL" 
1   QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts, 
Kj  And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 

*  Made  in  a  great  sudden  storm  of  thunder,  i 
August  20th,  1C97,  'J 


ooK  2.  HYMN  63.  lo^ 

let  death  and  hell  through  all  their  coast, 

SUind  trembling  at  his  poiV'r. 
Hi«  sounding-  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne, 
There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 
His  nostrils  breathe  out  fiery  streams ; 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  sov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames. 

And  thunder  roars  al^ng  I 
Think,  0  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incensed  GTki 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  anti  burn  the  sea, 

And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  I 
What  shall  the  vvretch,  the  sinner  do .'' 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lcrd  : 
But  he  shall  dreud  ihe  Thund'rer  now, 

And  sink  beneath  bis  v.oid. 
iTempests  of  angry  fire  shall  ro!!. 

To  blast  the  retiei  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 

In  one  eternal  storm. 

HYMN  63.    Common  Metre. 

A  funeral  thought. 
ARK  I  from  the  tombs,  a  dolciul  souca 


H 


Mine  ears  a'tend  the  cry, 
*>  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 

Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head 

Huit  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

n  h 


IGO  HYMN  04,  65.         Book 

5  Grpni  (rod,  is  fbisour  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  stlfl  secure ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb. 

And  yet  prepare  no  more ! 
<  frarit  us  tbe  pow'rs  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 

We'li  rise  al)Ove  the  sky. 

HYMN  64.    Lon"  Metre.      . 

God  the  ?^ory  nnd  the  defence  of  Zion. 

HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
T!)e  »^eat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
Thine  bo!y  courts  are  his  abode, 
i'iiou  earthly  palace  of  our  God.  •■ 

Thy  wails  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  ^lard  of  lieav'n!}'  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  shall  tby  dr-ep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  ou  his"  counsels,  and  his  love. 
Thy  foes  in  vaiji  designs  engage  5 
Atrainst  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage ; 
J  :!:e  ri'iing  wavrs,  with  angry  roar, 
I'hat  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 
4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
JS<»r.fear  tbe  wrath  of  Hon5e  and  hell ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

6  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moir.ents  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beatns  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  bis  brightest  praise. 

HYMN  65.     Co'.nnion  5Ietre. 

I  he  hope  of  hcaitn  our  support  under  trials  o«t 

earth. 

If    To  Uiansions  in  the  skies, 


{ooK  2.  HYMN  66  161 

I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyeS- 
:  Should  earth  against  my  soul  e!:gti»e 
And  hellish  darts  be  huri'd, 
Tb'^n  I  can  smile  at  ?atan's  rage, 
And  face  a  lrown>ng  world. 
J  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  coni». 
And  stcvms  of  sorrow  fall  *, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  roy  heav'n,  my  all ; 
4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest ; 
i    And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roU 
I       Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN  66.     Common  Metic 

A  prospect  of  heaven  makes  death  easy. 

1  ryiHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delij^bt, 

I    Where  saints  immortal  reign  ^ 
Infinite  f'ay  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  l)anish  pain. 

2  There  everlfssting  spring  abides, 

And  never-wiih'-ing  flow'rs ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  oui  s. 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

3iand  diest  in  living  green  : 
So.  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roU'd  between. 

4  But  timVous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shivVing  on  the  bri..K, 
And  fear  to  launcii  awayj 


1G2  HYMN  67.  Book  2.], 

6  Oh !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Those  grloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan,  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes : 
G  Could  we  but  ciimb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  laudscape  o'er  5 
Kot  Jordan's  strcaiii,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
HYMN  G7..     Common  Metre. 

God's  tUmal  dominion, 

1  fi  REAT  God  :  how  infinite  art  thou ! 
vT  What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
iet  the  whole  lace of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living-  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  nalted  lie 

To  thine  immense  survey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  sky, 

To  the  great  buruing  day. 

4  EternUy,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view, 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears. 
Great  God !  there's  nothing  new. 
.5  Our  lives  through  various  scepes  are  drawn 
And  vex'd  with  trifiing  cares ; 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undisturb'd  affairs. 
6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou ! 
W^hat  wortiiless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  wbtile  race  of  creatures  bow 
And  pay  their  praJ?e  to  thee. 


Book  2.        HYMN  68,  GO.  163 

HYMN  68.    ComiHon  Metre. 

■       The  liumble  worship  of'  Heaven, 

1  THAThER.  I  longr,  I  faint  to  see 
X^    The  place  of  thine  abode ! 

I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  aud  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God '. 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  fare, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight; 
Bu.  to  abi'lp  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinit'e  delight : 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne : 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  host  arc  seen ', 

In  shining  ranks  they  movej 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder,  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  tiiey  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  ALL. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  host 

In  duty  rind  Ifl  bliss ;  ! 

While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boast, 
And  vanity  confess.] 

7  The  more  thy  glorj-  strikes  mine  eycF, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie: 
Thus,  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise, 
Unmeasurably  high, 

HYMN  69.     Common  Metre. 

The  faM  fulness  of  God  in  the  promxtts. 

1  rTjEGrlN,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  tbeole. 

(  JLJ  And  speak  some  boucdless  thui^j^. 


1^-4  HYMN  69.  Sook  2 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  Bame, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  pow'r  abroad ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace. 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  I'roclaim  salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd,  as  in  eternal  brass, 

The  mighty  pronlise  shines  *, 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  razfe 
Those  everlasting  lines.] 
^  [He,  that  can  dasii  whole  worlds  to  death,  J 
And  make  them  when  he  please , 
tie  speaks,  and  that  Almighty  breai'n, 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 
«i  His  very  word  of  grare  is  strong 
As  that  which  built  the  skies ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 
T  He  said,  "  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  spread,"] 
And  heav'n  was  stretch 'd  aoroaJ ;  - 

<•  Abrah'm  I'll  be  thy  God,"  he  said, 
And  he  was  Abrah'm's  God. 
8  Ob,  might  I  hear,  thine  heav'nly  tongue 
But  whisper>  "Thou  art  mine!" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divinfi. 

5  Hgw  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  heav'n  secure  1 
I'd  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
.    Anti  faith  desires  no  more. 


Book  2.  HYi\?N  70.         ^        Kb 

HYMN  70.     Long  Metre. 

God's  dominion  over  the  sea.  Psalm  cvii.  23,  iiC 

1  ^  OD  of  the  seas,  thy  ihund'ring  voice 
VJT  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  1 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command 

Can  sink  them,  silent,  in  the  sand. 

2  If  but  a  Moses  wave  thy  rod, 

The  sea  divides,  and  owns  its  God ; 
The  stormy  Hoods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chosen  armies  through. 

3  The  scaly  shoals,  amidst  the  sea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay? 
The  meanest  fish  that  swims  the  flood  , 
Leaps  up  and  means  a  praise  to  God. 

4  [The  larger  monsters  of  the  deep 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep! 
By  thy  permission   sport  and  pls.y, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempest  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  still,  cuid  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lilts  his  nostrils  high, 
And  spouts  the  ocean  to  the  sky.] 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd 
Amidst  these  wat'ry  nations.  Lord  i 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  seas. 
Bold  men  refuse  their  Maker's  praise. 

7  [What  scenes  of  miracles  they  see, 
And  never  tune  a  song  to  thee ' 
While  on  the  flood  ihey  safely  ride, 
They  curse  the  hand  that  smooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'rj-  graves, 
And  some  drink  death  among  the  waves ; 
Yet  the  surviving  crew  blaspheme, 

Nor  own  the  God,  that  rescu'd  theia.]  . 


566  HYMN  71.  BookI> 

3  Oh,  for  some  signal  of  thy  hand ! 
Shake  all  the  seas.  Lord,  shake  the  land  j 
Great  Judge,  descend,  lest  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  rales  the  sky. 
From  fhe  70th  to  the  I08tl»  hymn,  I  hope  thi 
i-eader  will  forgive  the  neglect  of  rhyme  ll 
the  first  and  third  lines  of  the  stanza.  1 

HYMN  71.    Common  Metre.        i 
Praise  to  God  from  all  creatures.  Sj 

!  rnHE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God,  | 

X    My  joyful  voice  shall  sing,  Ij 

And  call  the  nations  to  adore  1 

Their  Former  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  shap'd  our  clav, 

And  wrought. this  human  frame; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  snirlts  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  powVs  to  God, 

And  worship  with  our  tongues  : 
We  claim  some  kindred  with  the  skies, 

And  join  th'  angelic  songs. 
i  Let  grov'ling  beasts  of  ev'ry  shape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  seaSi 

Their  various  tribute  bring. 
S  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  shine; 

And,  wheels  of  nature,  roll ; 
Praise  him  in  your  unweary'd  course 

Around  the  steady  pole. 
G  The  brightness  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills. 
And  his  unboundea  grandeur  files 

Beyond  the  htav'niy  hills. 


Book  2.         HYMN  72,  73.  1G7 

HYMN  72.    Common  Metre. 

The  Lords  day;  or,  the  resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  -[JLEST  morning,  whose  young  dawning 
XJ  Beheld  our  rising  God ;  [rays 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 

And  leave  his  last  abode ! 

2  lu  the  cold  piison  of  a  tomb, 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  tiiird,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  5 
The  sleeping  Conqu'ror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay  ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  tiiumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring.] 

HYMN  73.    Common  Metre. 

Doubts  scattered  ;  or,  spiritual  joys  restored. 

1  TTj  ENCE  from  my  soul,sad  thoughts,begone 
JjL  And  leave  me  to  my  joys ; 
My  tongue  shall  triumph  iu  my  God, 

And  make  a  joyfm  noise. 

2  Darkness  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  sov'reign  grace,  with  shinin  j  rays, 
DispcU'd  my  gloomy  fears. 


1 


!63  HYMN  74.  Boo;.!} 

3  Oh  !  vbat  iinmorta!  Joys  I  felt, 

And  rapture!!,  all  cUviue, 
When  Jesus  told  me  "  I  was  his, 
And  iny  beloved,  :nine." 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  iVights  my  souJ, 

And  breaks  n»y  ptace  in  vain ; 
One  glimpse,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  nsy  joys  ugaiu. 

HYxMN  74.    Short  Metre.  ' 

Repentance  from  n  sense  of  divine  goodness  j  of 
a  complaint  of  ingratittuk.  '^ 

1  TS  this  the  kind  return, 

J.  And  these  ihe  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow : 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  reduc'd  our  iiiind! 

WThai  strange  rebellious  wi-efches  w?, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  sun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays ; 

For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men  \ 

But  we,  more  base,  more  brutish  thifigs. 
Reject  his  easy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ;  , 

Break,  sov 'reign  grace,  these  hearts  of  sloue, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

6  Let  old  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall. 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 


•Book  2.         HYMN  75,  76.  169 

HYMN  75.    Common  FJetre. 

Spiritual  and  etsmal  joy ;  or,  tU  beat'/w  vision 

of  Christ. 

1  X^I^OM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise, 
J?    And  run  eternal  rounds, 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  creaied  bounds. 

2  The  holy  tnumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  tself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind,  ^ 

And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
S  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 
In  heav'nS  unmeasur'd  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure,  and  in  praise. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thj'  beauties  rove ; 
And  endlrss  ages  I'll  adore. 
The  g'ories  of  thy  love. 

5  [Sweet  Jesus  1  evVy  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fver-h  endearments  britt^, 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  ail  thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  blosc  r.bode  ; 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  Icngs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 
HYMN  76.     Common  Metre. 

Thi  refU7-reciion  and  ascension  of  Christ. 
I  TQl  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
JjL  Who  cloth'd  himself  in  clay ; 
Enter'd  tlie  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 
'i  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  d.'end, 
Siiice  ow  Immaauel  rose ; 


no  HYMN  77.  Book  2. 

He  took  the  tyrant's  sting'  away, 
And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  files, 
With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  j 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat, 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  [Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blest  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  pr/*ise.j 
HYMN  77.    Long  Metre. 

The  christian  warfare. 
i  Q'iAND  up,  my  sou!,  shake  off  thy  feavf, 
>3  And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on , 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes } 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose> 

3  [What  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 
And  waste  ihe  fury  of  his  spite ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fiery  deeps,  and  endless  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lusts  rebel ; 
'lis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life 


Book  2.  HYMN  78.  17  J 

The  weapons  of  victorious  gi-ace 
Bhall  slay  thy  sins,  and  end  the  strife.J 

5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  tlie  heav'nly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  %vait. 

S  There  shall  I  w^r  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  \he  slues 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

HYMN  78.     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  Christ. 

1  "1X7  HEN  the  first  parents  of  our  race 

ft    Rebell'd,  and  lost  their  God, 
And  (lie  infection  of  their  sin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  ; 

2  Infinite  pitv  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  -, 
JDe?cending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne'. 

3  Aside  the  Prince  of  glorj'  threw 

His  most  divine  arraj-.- 
And  wrapt  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men  •, 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flesb  and  SDul 

We  joyfully  resij^n  1 
Blest  Jesus,  take  u-  for  thy  own. 
For  waare  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  shall  for  ever  be 

Tlie  bus'uess  of  our  davs ; 


172  HYMN  79.  Book  2. 

For  ever  shall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deserved  praise. 
HYiVtiV  79.     Common  Metre. 
Praise  to  the  Rtdsimer. 
J  T>LUNGD  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair. 
Jr    We  wvetche<l  sinners  lay, 
With(jut  one  che-irful  beam  of  hop^ 
Or  spark  of  glim'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyps.  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  g'rief ; 
lie  s.iw,  and,  O !  amazsig  love ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining-  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thu?, 
-»        And  braVe  our  iron  chains ; 

Jesus  ha.s  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  eveilasting  pains. 

5  In  vain  the  tafBed  prince  of  hell 

His  cursed  projects  tries  *, 
We  that  were  doora'd  hi*  endless  slaves, 
Are  rajs'd  above  the  skies.] 

6  Ob  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break*, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak, 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord ; 

Our  souls  are  all  on  (lame  •, 
Hosaiina,  round  the  spacious  earth, 
To  thine  adored  name  I 

8  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 

Strike  all  your  haros  of  gold ! 


o^ 


Book  si.         HVM^'  80,  dl.  i73 

1  But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  cau  ne'er  be  told.j 

HYIMN  80.    Short  Metre. 

GocVs  nwfvl  poroer  and  goodnccs. 
H  !  the  almighty  Lord ! 
How  mntch'Iess  is  his  pow'r ! 
Tremble,  0  earih,  beneath  his  word.. 
While  ail  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Let  proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  lov/  before  bis  throne  ! 

Crouch  to  l:is  feet,  ye  haughty  thing?. 
Or  he  shall  tread  you  down. 

3  Above  the  skies  he  reigns, 
And,  with  amazing  blows, 

He  deals  insufferable  pains, 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlasting  God, 

We  love  to  speak  thy  praise, 
Thy  sceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  sceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well ; 

And  Leav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  nell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Who  sits  eiithron'd  above  ; 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  bless  the  God  of  love. 
HYMN  81.    Common  Metre. 

Ottr  sin  the  cause  of  Christ^s  deaih, 
1     4  ND  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  ey««. 
J\   Nor  I  begin  to  see ; 
Oh  the  curs'd  deeds  my  sins  have  done ! 
VlTiat  muf  d'rous  things  they  be : 


174  HYMN  82.  Book  'z- 

2  Were  these  the  traitors,  dearest  Lord, 

That  tby  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monstors,*that  staiii'd  those  heav'nlj'  lirabs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

My  dearest  Lord  was  slain : 
Wlien  justice  spiz'd  God's  only  Sou, 
And  put  his  soul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  iny  guilt,  0  Prince  of  peace  I 

I'll  wound  nij'  God  no  more ; 
Hence,  from  my  heart,  ye  sins,  begone, 
For  Jesus  1  adore. 

5  Furnish  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 

From  gwce's  magazine ; 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
With  ev'ry  darling  sin. 

HYMN  82.     Common  Mctr6. 

Rtdtmption,  emu protcciion  from  spiritual  enemus. 

1  A  RISE,  my  sou!,  my  joyful  pow'i-s, 
Jrjk.  And  triumph  in  my  God; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 

His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell. 
And  fix'd  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  Itock  of  ages  set 
My  iapp'ry  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  bless'd  abode 

Is  waird  around  with  grace*, 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  plac*. 


Books.         HYMN  83,  84. 
6  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spile. 
And  all  his  legions  roar ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 
6  Arise,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  voice, 
And  tiines  of  pleasure  sing  •, 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour,  and  my  King. 
HYMN  83.     Common  Metre. 

The  passion  and  exaltation  of  Christ- 

1  rflHUS  saith  the  ruler  of  the  skies, 

A    "  Awake,  ray  dreadful  sword  •, 
Awake,  my  wrath,  and  smite  the  man. 
My  feUow,"  saith  the  Lord. 

2  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  coiuuiand, 

And,  armed,  down  she  flies  •, 
Jesus  submits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 

And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 
*  But,  oh !  the  wisdom,  and  the  grace; 

That  join  with  vengeance  now  ! 
He  dies  to  save  our  guilty  race. 

And  yet  he  rises  too. 

4  A  person  so  di/ine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  slain, 
That  he  could  give  his  soul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  sing, 
And  angels  sound,  with  endless  joy, 
The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 

HYMN  84.    Short  Metre, 
The  same. 
i  #^OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
Im/  Your  noblest  music  bring ; 


i  16  HYMN  85  Book  2. 

'Tis  Christ,  the  everlasting-  God, 

AJ^d  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing 
2      Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 

To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
Slnsr  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  blood, 

That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 

VAlas !  the  cruel  spear 

Went  deep  into  his  side ; 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 

Their  raurd'rous  weapons  dy'd.j 

4  [The  waves  of  swelliHg  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bosom  roll ; 

And  mountain*  of  almighty  wratb, 
Lay  heavy  on  his  soul.] 

5  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 

let  he  arose  to  live  and  reigo 
When  death  itself  is  dead. 

6  Iso  more  the  bloody  spear, 
The  cross  and  nails  no  more  •, 

For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  srt» 

High  on  his  Father's  throne  ;  j 

The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by. 
And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 

0  There  his  full  glories  shine 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  bless  his  saints'  and  angels'  eyes, 
To  everlasting  days. 
HYMN  85.    Common  Metre. 

Sujfficienaif  of  pardon. 

1  TTE THY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls, 

?  ?    Those  mournful  colours  wear  i 


Book  2.  HYMN  86.  177 

What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faitb, 

And  nourish  your  despair  ? 
2  What  though  your  num'rous  sins  exceed 

The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 

Like  pointed  moumains  rise  f 
9  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 

Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ?  , 

4  See,  here  an  endless  ocean  flows,  v*lfe> 

Of  never-failing  grace ! 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase  ! 

5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound : 

Now,  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 

Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults. 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  swells  above 
Our  follies  and  oiu*  thoughts. 

HYMN  86.     Common  Metre. 

Freedom/rom  sin  and  misery  \n  heavem, 

1  /^UR  sins,  alas  '  how  strong  they  be . 
\J  And  like  a  vi'lent  sea, 

They  break  our  duty.  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rise  ! 

How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 
But  death  shall  land  uur  weary  aouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'niy  shore. 
S  There,  to  fulfil  his  sweet  coramftads, 
Our  speed/  feet  shall  move ; 


m  HYMN  87.  Book  2 

No  ein  shall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  bumiug  loTe. 
4  There  shall  we  sit,  and  sing,  and  tell, 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  smile  in  ev'ry  face. 
i  For  ever  his  dear  sacred  name  « 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  *, 
And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  ev'ry  song. 
HYMN  87.    Common  Metre. 
The  divine  glories  above  our  reason, 

1  XTOW  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
H  1    Must  our  Creator  be " 

Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light . 
Of  vast  infinity. 

2  Qur  soaring  spirits  upward  rise 

Tow'rd  the  celestial  throne  -, 
Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  THREE 
And  the  Almighty  ONE. 

3  Qur  reason  stretches  all  its  wngs, 

And  climbs  above  the  skies ; 
But  still,  how  far  beneath  thy  feet, 
Our  grov'ling  reason  lies  ! 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  Lu«ble  fioulg, 

And  awfully  adore  •, 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
Can  stretch  a  thought  no  more.] 
6  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 
Above  our  lab'ring  tongue ; 
Ja  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  song. 
^  fin  humble  notes  our  faith  adorer 
JUS  great  mysterious  Kin^, 


Book  S.        HYMN  88,  89.  171 

Wbil«  Mgels  atrun  their  nobler  pOfrVs, 
And  sweep  th'  immortal  stiing.j 

HYMN  88.    Common  Metre. 
Salvation. 
i  QALVATION  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound ! 
O  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wouad, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
2  Bury'd  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  beav'nly  day. 
S  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

HYMN  89.    Common  Metre. 

Christ^s  victory  orcer  satcm. 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  our  conqu'ring  King : 
Mjl  The  prince  of  darkness  flies  ; 

His  troops  rush  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  light'ning  from  tjie  skies. 

2  There  bound  in  chains  the  lions  roar, 

And  fright  the  rescu'd  sheep ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r ; 

And  malice  to  the  deep. 
8  Hosanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King ! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  1 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 

To  crown  thy  head  above. 
4  Thy  vict'ries,  and  thy  deathless  fame, 

Through  the  wide  world  shall  run , 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 

The  triumph  thou  hast  won* 


180  HYMN  90,  91.  Bool  2 

HYMN  90     Common  Metre. 

Faith  in  Ch-ist  for  pardon  and  sanclijtcatiinu 

1  TTOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 
■  B    Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains ! 

And  satau  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov' reign  gprace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  j  ' 

"  Ha  !  ye  despairing-  sinr  ts,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord } 
Oh  !  help  mine  unbelief. 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  tliy  blood. 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 
B  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  Kiog> 
My  reigning  sins  subdue ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 
With  air  his  hellish  crew.] 
('  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  %vorm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thoi\  ray  strength,  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 
HYMN  91.     Common  Metre- 
The  glory  of  Christ  in  heaven. 
i  fXR,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
%J  The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beaSU 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace. 
2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 
Sit  smiling  on  his  brow; 


Book  2.  HYMN  92.  181 

And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  fiistance  bow. 
S  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  brig-ht  sceptres  down  ; 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  r^ioice 
To  see  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise 

Throusrh  ev'ry  heav'nly  street ; 
And  lay  iheir  highest  honours  down. 
Submissive  at  his  feet.] 

5  Those  soft,  those  blessed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
Hig-h  on  a  throne  of  light  they  stand, 
And  all  the  saints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majestie  bead. 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  shine, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  unseen,  adore ! 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face. 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

8  [Lord,  how  our  souls  are  all  oa  fire 

To  see  thy  blest  abode  -, 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praise, 

To  our  incarnate  God  !] 
3  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  sight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  •, 
And  wish  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  souls  away. 

HYMN  92.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  saved,  and  her  enemies  disappointed' 

&>;  deliverance  from, treoion. 
1   QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joya 
KJ  Through  the  whole  uailon  run 


;y2  HYMN  93.  Book  2. 

Ye  western  skies,  resound  the  noise 
Beyond  the  rising-  sun. 
i  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  souls  admire ; 
Thee  our  g-lad  voices  sing ; 
And  join  with  the  celestial  choir, 
To  praise  th'  eternal  King-. 
3  Thy  power  the  whole  creation  rule?,        » 
And,  on  the  starry  skies, 
Sits  smiling  at  the  weak  designs 
Thine  envious  foes  devise. 
t  Thy  scorn  derides  their  feeble  rage 
And,  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vast  confusion  on  their  plots, 
And  shakes  their  Babel  down. 
5  [Their  secret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 
And  we  the  sacrifice ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  sti-ove  in  vain 
To  'scape  all  searching  eyes. 
B  Their  dark  designs  were  all  reveal'd  ; 
Their  treasons  all  betray'd : 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  broke  the  snare 
Their  cursed  hands  had  laid.] 
7  In  vain  the  busy  sons  of  hell 
Still  new  rebellions  try ; 
Their  souls  shall  pine  with  envious  rage 
And  vex  away,  and  die. 
3  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
From  their  malicious  power : 
Then  let  us  with  united  songs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

HYMN  93.    Short  Metre. 
God  all,  and  in  all.    Psalm  Ixxiii.  25. 

iTl  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 


Books.,         HYiMN  94.  183 

I  cannot  live  if  tJiou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  [Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell: 

Tis  paradise,  when  thou  art  here  { 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

3  [The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace^ 
And  no  where  else  but  there.] 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heav'nly  place. 

If  God  his  residence  remove. 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky 
Can  one  delight  afford  •, 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy. 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  -Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 

The  circle  where  my  passions  mttve, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

8  [To  thee  ray  spirits  fly, 
With  infijiite  desire ; 

And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  1 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher.] 

HYMN  94.     Common  Metre. 


Ood  my  only  happiness.    Psalm  Ixxiii.  25, 
Gc  " 


M 


Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all ! 


ia4  HYMN  95.  Book 

IVe  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above. 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing-  here  deserves  ray  joys  ; 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  ray  noon, 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed 

Amongst  the  shades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  soul.] 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  stars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 

I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
I  Let  others  stretch  their  arras  like  sea?, 

Aud  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 

And  I  desire  no  more. 

HYMN  95.    Common  Metre. 
Look  on  him  whom  they  pierced,  and  mowH* 
I  irNFINITE  grief  I  aniaiingwo' 
Jl  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord ' 


Book  2.  HYMN  9G.  185 

Hell  and  the  Jews  conspir'd  his  death, 

And  us'd  the  Roman  sword. 
2  Oh !  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns, 

His  sacreci  body  tore ! 
8  But  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accuse ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 

And  the  more  spiteful  Jews : 

4  Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  Were ; 
£ach  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 

5  'Twere  yeu  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  dowB 

Upon  his  guiltless  head : 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  oh,  burst,  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow. 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undissembled  wo  I 

HYMN  96.     Common  Metre, 

Diitinguishing  love  ;  or,  angels  punislud,  and 
men  saved, 

1  iirvOWN  headlong  from  their  native  skies 
M-J  The  rebel  angels  fell. 

And  thuuderbolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Pursued  them  deep  to  heli. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss. 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jesus  stoop'd  beneath  the  grave,  ' 
To  reach  a  sinking'  world. 


186  HYMN  97,  98.         Book  »y 

3  Ob,  love  of  infinite  degree ! 

Unmeasurable  grace  f 
Must  heav'n's  eternal  Darling  die, 
To  save  a  trait'rous  race  ? 

4  Must  angels  sink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchless  fire, 
While  God  forsakes  his  shining  throilf^  ' 
To  raise  us  wretches  higher? 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  skies 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujah's  sing  I 

HYMN  97.    Long  Metre. 

The  same. 

1  TTIROM  heav'n  the  sinning  angels  fell,' 
X    And  wrath  and  darkness  chain'd  Hk 
But  man,  vile  man,  forsook  his  bliss,    [doWB  } 

And  naercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown ! 

2  Amazing  work  of  sov'reign  grace. 

That  could  distinguish  rebels  so !  , 
Our  guilty  treasons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlasting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 

Our  souls,  ourselves,  our  all,  we  pay ; 
Millions  of  tongues  shall  sound  thy  praise 
On  the  bright  hills  of  faeav'nly'day. 

HYMN  93.    Common  Metre. 

Hardntss  of  heart  complained  of'. 

Y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is ' 


M 


How  heavy  here  it  lies , 


Book  «.  HYMN  99.  187 

Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rocli  of  ice ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  rag-ing  tjrant,  sits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne ; 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep, 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

3  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above  ! 
Thb  mountain  presses  down  my  faitb, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul 

With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing 
Would  thrust  it  from  mine  arms. 

5  Against  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  stood ; 
My  heart  it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 

la  thine  own  crimson  sea  l 
Mone  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN  99.    Common  Metre. 

The  book  of  GoePa  deortea. 

1  T  ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
JLi  Abas'd  before  their  God ; 
Whate'er  his  sov'reign  voice  hai  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 
3  Ten  thousand  ages  ere  the  skies 
Were  into  motion  brought. 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 


108  HYMN  100.         Book  % 

3  There's  not  a  sparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
He  raises  monarchs  to  their  throneS} 
And  sinks  them  as  be  please.] 

4  If  light  attend  the  course  I  run, 

'Tis  be  provides  those  rays ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  bides  my  sun. 
If  darkness  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long-  to  see, 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees. 
What  months  are  wnt  for  me. 

6  When  be  reveals  the  book  of  Kfe, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 

Amongst  the  chosen  of  his  love, 

The  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  100.    Long-  Metre. 
The  presence  of  Ckrist  is  the  life  of  my  souL 
i  XTOW  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought, 
Ms.  How  it  distracts  and  tears  my  heart, 
If  God,  at  last,  ray  sov'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  soul  "  Depart !" 

2  Lord,  when  I  <juit  this  earthly  stage, 
Where  shall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breast  f 
For  I  have  sought  no  other  home, 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  rest. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here. 
Without  .some  glimpses  of  thy  face ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  presence  there, 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tiresome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engross  the  day. 
And  hold  my  thoughts  aside  from  thee, 


),o^k2.  hymn  101.      ,  189 

The  shining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'niug  visits  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  soul, 
How  dull  the  night  I  how  sad  the  shade ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flesh  of  mine  might  learn  as  soon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  ray  food. 

7  [Christ  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  blessed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize ; 
Dearer  than  all  my  passions  are. 
My  limbs,  ray  bowels,  or  mine  eyes. 

8  The  strings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Christ  my  love.] 

9  [Tvly  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child. 
That  loves  ihee  with  a  flame  so  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impossible  1  for  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  so  fast  to  thee  ! 
And  in  thy  book  thy  promise  stands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  must  be.] 

HYMN  101.     Common  Metre. 

The  worlcfs  three  chief  temptations. 
1  "^TirHEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
f  V    We  look  on  things  below. 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  sensual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dangerous  too  I 


190  HYMN  102.  Book  i. 

2  [Honour's  a  puff  of  noisy  breath  ; 

Yet  men  expose  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlasting  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilst  others  starve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  shining  dust, 
They  rob  the  serpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  sordid  lust.] 

4  The  pleasures  that  allure  our  sense, 

Are  dang'rous  snares  to  souls ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'rine  sweet, 
And  dash'd  with  bitter  bowls. 
6  God  is  mine  all-sufficient  good, 
My  portion  and  my  choice ; 
In  him  my  vast  desires  are  fill'd, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 
6  In  vain  the  world  accosts  mine  ear. 
And  tempts  my  heart  anew, 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 
Nor  part  with  beav'n  for  you. 

HYMN  102.     Long  Metre, 

A  happy  resurrtction. 

1  TVrO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
X^    But,  with  a  cheerful  gasp,  resign 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
These  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh, 
And  crumble  aJl  my  hones  to  dust, 
My  God  shall  raise  my  frame  anew, 

'  At  the  revival  of  the  just. 

3  Break,  sacred  morning,  through  the  skies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day ; 

Cut  short  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come ; 
Thy  liDg'ring  wheels  how  long  they  stay  i  ^ 


Book  2.  HYMN  103.  191 

•I  [Our  weary  spirits  faint  to  see 
The  light  of  thy  returning  fare  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  tliose  lips 
Where  God  has  shed  his  richest  grace.] 

5  Haste,  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Rouse  all  the  pious  sleeping  clay ; 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  sing  the  triumph  of  the' day.] 

HYMN  103.     Common  Metre. 

CAnst's  commission.    John  iii.  16,  17. 

1  piOME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God, 
V^*  With  new  melodious  songs ; 

Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  senl  his  equal  Son 
To  give  tliem  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod ; 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry : 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 
3  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offer'd  grace; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  g-ive  the  Father  rraise. 
Kk 


•n  HYMN  104,  105.        Book  2, 

HYMN  104.   Short  Metre. 

The  same. 

1  "O  AISE  your  triumphant  songs 
M\  To  an  immortal  tune, 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sirs;  how  Eternal  Love 

its  chief  belovet.  chose, 
And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race    I 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

5  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 

To  fiercer  flames  below. 
4  'Twas  mercy  fiU'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 

To  rebels  doora'd  to  die. 

6  Now,  sinners,  diy  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 
6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 

And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  105.    Common  Metre. 
Repentance  Jlowing  from  the  patience  of  Qi  '- 
.      A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
./Il  And  dare  we  yet  rebel .' 
Tig  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 


BeoK2.  HYMN  lOG.  l'J3 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threat'ning  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  Goodness  cries,  '•  Forbear  ' 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays : 
And  dare  we  now  j.rovoke  his  wrath, 
And  wear)'  out  his  gi-ace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  lov*?, 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  sin. 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  couimaikj 

No  more  will  we  obey  j 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqii'ring  h»d(*. 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

HYMN  106.     Common  MeoK. 

Repentance,  at  the  cross. 

J  £\ll.  if  my  soul  was  forni'd  for  wo, 

\J  IIow  would  I  vent  mv  sighs ' 

Repentance  sfcio<£.'ii  like  rivers  flow 

From  both  my  streaming  evrs. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lorn 

Hung  on  'he  cursed  tree 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  tl«e.  my  soul,  for  t^wr; 

3  Oh !  how  I  hate  those  iu«ts  of  mine, 

That  crucify'd  my  God ; 
Those  sins  that  pieic'd  and  uail'd  his  fl«?ij 
Fast  to  the  fata  1  wood. 
"  4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die 
My  heart  has  so  decreed: 
Nor  will  1  spare  the  guilty  things 
I  That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 


194  HYMN  107.  Book  2 

5  Whilst,  with  a  meltinff,  broken  heart, 
My  murder'd  Lord  1  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  agrainst  ray  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'iers  too. 
HYMN  107.    Common  Metre. 

The  everlasting  absence  of  God  intoleratile, 

1  rpHAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

JL    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste. 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  "Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
Bcv  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart !" 

3  The  thunder  of  that  disma>  word, 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
•"Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  life. 

And  yet  forbii  to  die! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly !] 

5  Oh !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
Aiid  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

I  must  liot  taste  his  love '. 
€  Jesus,  I  throw  mine  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast  -, 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee 

My  spirit  cannot  rest. 
.,  Oh  .  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  griven  on  thy  hands  •, 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book 

Whwj  roy  salvation  stands. 


Book  2.        HYMN  108,  109.  195 

8  [Give  me  one  hind,  assuring  word, 
To  sink  my  fears  again  j 
And  cheei-fully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten.] 

HYMN  108.    Common  Metre. 

Jccess  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator 

1  /^OME,  let  as  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V^  Up  to  the  courts  above. 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once 'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wratii, 

And  shot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appear'd  consuming  fire, 
And  Vengeance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood, 

That  caim'd  his  frowning  face ; 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne. 
And  turn'd  tae  wrath  t®  grace 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bliss 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne.  ^ 

6  To  thee  ten  thousand  flianks  we  bfiiig. 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ;  ''■'■■ 

And  glory  to  ih'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 

HYMN  109.    Lonjr  Metre. 


Thi  darhiess  of  providence. 
>.  we  adore  thy  vfwst  designs, 
'  atecure  abyvs  of  providence 


196  HYMN  110.  Book  2^ 

Too  deep  to  sound  uith  mortal  lines,  '    i 

Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense.  l 

2  Now  thou  array's!  thine  awful  face 

In  angry  frowns,  without  a  smile  ; 

We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 

Secure  of  thy  compassion  still. 
S  Through  seas  and  stoi'ms  of  deep  distress 

We  sail  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight ; 

Faith  guides  us  in  the  wilderness. 

Through  all  the  terrors  of  the  night. 
4  Bear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below  ; 

Si  ill  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 

TLine  arm  shall  bear  us  safely  through. 

HYMN  no.    Short  Metre. 

r>ivmpk  over  deathy  in  hope  of  the  resurrtction. 

AND  must  this  body  die  .' 
This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  r 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
Shall  tut  refine  this  flesh, 

Till  uiy  triumphant  spirit  coiaes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God.  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
And  often  from  the  skies. 

Looks  down,  and  watches  ail  my  thist, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  AiTay'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine 

Am\  ev'i-y  shape,  and  ev'ry  ace. 
Look  iseav'iilv  and  divirre. 


Book  2.  HYMN  HI.  197 

3     These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  pow'r  above. 
6      Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs,      _ 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  om-  immortal  'ougues. 
HYMN  in.    Common  Metre, 
Thmlcsgiving  for  victoi-y ;   or,  God's  domtnton. 
and  our  deliverance. 


■z 


The  Lord  assumes  his  throne  ; 

Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nly  King, 

And  malie  his  glories  known. 
3  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 

From  their  hif;h  seats  are  hurl'd  . 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

Distributes  mortal  crown< , 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  smiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquish'd  by  his  breath. 
And  legions,  arnVd  with  po\\'r  and  pr 
Descend  to  v/at'ry  death. 
■->  LH  tyrants  make  no  more  preterxe 
Toves  our  happy  land- 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  ueJeoce 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 
6  f  Still  may  the  King  of  grace  descend 
To  ru?f"  '1-^  by  his  won!  ; 


198  HYMN  112,  113.       Book  2. 

And  all  the  honours  we  can  give, 
Be  offer'd  to  the  Lord.] 

HYMN  112.   Long  Metre. 

Angels  ministering  to  Christ  and  saints. 
J  f^  REAT  God !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
vJT  Hast  thou  advanc'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait. 
And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  more, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hosts, 
Legions  descend  at  his  command, 

To  shield  and  guard  our  native  coasts. 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
in  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

j  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  me  rise,  and  come  •, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 
Safe  to  conduct  my  spirit  home. 


HYMN  113.    Common  M^tie, 

The  same. 
E  majesty  of  Solomon, 
How  glorious  to  behold  -, 
riie  servants  waiting  round  his  throne, 

The  iv'ry  and  the  gold. 
But,  mighty  God '.  thy  palace  shines 
Wiib  far  suj)erlor  beams  i 


i  rWMlE 
jL   Ho 


Book  2.  HYMN  114  199 

Thine  angel  guards  are  swift  as  winds, 
Thy  ministers  are  flames ! 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  shining  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate  his  hirth. 

4  And  when  oppress'd  with  pains  and  fears. 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies ; 
Behold,  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Christ  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  -, 
They  wait  upon  his  saints,  and  bring 
His  chosen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleasure  and  praise  run  through  their  host, 

To  see  a  sinner  turn  ; 
That  satan  has  a  captive  lost. 
And  Christ  a  subject  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  sends 

Obstinate  rebels  to  destroy. 

And  gather  in  his  friends. 

8  Oh !  could  I  say,  without  a  doubt, 

There  shall  my  soul  be  found :     * 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  shout, 
And  the  last  trumpet  sound. 

HYMN  114.    Common  Metre. 

Cfu-ist'i  death,  victo7-y,  and  dominion. 
1  T  SING  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death ; 
I.  He  conquered  wlien  Le  fell : 
'Tis  finish'd,"  said  his  dying  breath; 


'Tis  finish'd,"  said  his  dying  b 
And  shoek  the  gales  of  bell. 


200  HYMN  115.  Book  2. 

2  "  'Tis  finish'd,"  oar  Immanuel  cries, 

"  Tlie  dreadful  work  is  done  ;" 
Hence  shall  bis  sovVeign  throne  arise ; 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  cross  a  sure  foundritiuu  laid, 

For  glory  and  re.iown  ; 
When,  throug^h  the  reg'ions  of  the  dead, 
He  pass'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  side, 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heav'n  and  hell  liis  hands  divide 

The  vengennc*'  or  reward. 
b  The  saints,  from  his  propitious  eye, 

Await  flieh"  sev'ral  crowns; 
And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  tiy 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

HYMN  115.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  avenger  of  his  sairits  ;  or,  his  kingdom 
supreme. 

1  Tl'IGn  as  the  heav'ns  ahove  the  grouad, 
JjL  Reigus  the  Creator,  God  } 

Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

2  Let  princes  of  exalted  state 

To  him  ascribe  their  crown  ; 

Render  their  homage  at  his  feot, 

And  cast  their  glories  down. 

3  Kbow  that  his  kingdom  is  supreme, 

Your  lofty  thouffhts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  must  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  sov'relgns  of  the  globe 

Net  dare  to  vex  the  ju?t ; 


BdoK2.        HYMN  116,  117.  201 

He  puts  on  vetig'eance  like  a  robe, 

Anil  ti-eads  the  worms  to  dust. 
5  Ye  judge*:  of  the  earth,  be  wise, 

And  think  of  iieav'n  v/ilh  fear ; 
The  meanest  saint  tl.at  you  despise  ' 

Has  an  Avenger  there. 

HYMN  lie.    Common  Metre. 

Mercies  arid  thanks. 

1  TTOW  can  I  sink  with  si.ch  a  prop 
JjL  As  my  eternal  God, 

Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die.  while  Jesus  lives. 

Who  ruse  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  ani,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  far  ever  thine  ; 
Wfaate'er  my  duty  bids  rae  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  mske  fome  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  i  should  give  him  all. 

HYMN  117.     Louff  Metre. 

Living  and  ^ying  xoilh  God  preseiU. 

1  T  CAI^'NOT  bear  thine  absence,  Lord ; 
X  My  life  expires,  if  thou  depart ; 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  still  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth,  or  sin, 
.Nor  can  I  live  on  things  so  vile 
Yet  I  will  stay  my  Father's  time, 
Aiid  hope  and  wait  fir  h3av*n  awhile 


202  HYMN  118,  119.         Boos  2. 

3  Then,  dearest  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  resign  my  fleeting  breath ; 
And,  with  a  smile  upon  my  face, 
Pass  the  important  hour  of  death. 

HYMN  118.     Long  Metre. 

The  priesthood  of  Christ. 

1  13L00D  has  a  voice  to  jjierce  the  skies ; 
JD  "  Revenge  !"  the  blood  of  Abel  cries ; 
But  the  dear  stream,  when  Christ  was  slain,' 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high ; 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by ; 
And  rebels,  that  deserve  his  sword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jesus  let  our  praises  rise, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 

HYMN  119.    Common  Metre. 

The  holy  scriptures. 

1  T  ADk  S  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
XJ  I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord; 

And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  [This  IS  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise. 
Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  qitenrti  my  tlilrst  of  sin  ; 


Mygu 
Thn 


Book  2.  HYMN  120.  i    203 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  gronrs ; 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 
.5  TWs  is  the  Judge  who  ends  the  strife 
Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
raide  to  everlasting  life, 
irough  all  this  gloomy  vale. 
6  Oh,  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 
My  roving-  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsate  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 
HYMN  120.    Short  Metre. 

The  Inw  and  gospel  joined  in  scripturt. 

1  rflHE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

X    And  keeps  the  world  in  awe ; 
Amidst  the  smoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face ; 
And,  smiling  from  above, 

Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epistles  of  his  love. 

3  Thpse  sacred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  just  commands ; 

The  pity  of  his  melting  heart. 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  Qlence  we  awake  our  fear 
We  draw  our  comfort  hence  •, 

The  arms  of  grace  are  treasur'd  here, 
And  aruiour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Christ  crucify'd, 
And  here  behold  his  blood ; 

All  arts  and  knowledges  beside 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 
We  take  the  offer'd  grace, 


204  HYMiN  121,  122.       Book  2. 

Obey  (he  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  promises. 
7      In  vain  shall  satan  rage 
Against  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
Where  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

HYMN  12i.    Long  Metre. 

The  law  and  gospel  distinguished. 

1  npiIE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know, 

X    What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe ; 
But,  'tis  the  gospel  must  reveal 
Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 

And  shows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been . 
Only  the  gospel  can  express 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleansing  grace. 

3  What  curses  doth  the  law  denounce 
Against  the  man  that  fails  but  once  I 
■But  in  the  gospel  Christ  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'ro»s  years. 

4  My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  lawj 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospel  gives: 
The  man  that  trusts  the  promise,  lives. 

HYMN  122     Long  Metre. 

Retirtment  and  meditation. 

1  Tl.TY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
JLtJL  a  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earib, 
And"  th\is  debase  my  heav'nly  birth  .' 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  lei  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ?, 


Book  £.  HYMN  123.  206 

3  Call  mc  away  from  flesli  and  s«nse ; 

One  sov'reigii  word  can  draw  me  thence  j 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign, 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  Boise  and  vanity  begone  ; 

III  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

HYMN  123.    Long  Metre. 
The  benefit  of  pvMic  ordinances. 

1  A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 

Jt\.  Awaj'  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face. 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here,  our  various  wants  we  moum  } 
United  groans  ascend  on  high  •, 

And  pray'rs  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  [If  satan  rage,  and  sin  grow  strong. 
Here  we  receive  some  cheeiing  word ; 
We  gird  the  gospel  armour  on. 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or,  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies. 

Our  conscience  g»ll'd  with  inward  stings, 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Son  arise. 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings^i 

6  Fathe.  !  my  soul  would  still  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side  : 
But,  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart. 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  ray  heart., 


206  HYMN  124,  125.        Book  2. 

HYMN  124.    Common  Metre. 

Moses,  Aaron,  and  Joshua. 

1  JPTIIS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 

A    On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  sent  to  men  by  Moses'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  safe  to  heav'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  that  Aaron  spilt, 

Nor  smoke  of  sweetest  smell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 

Or  save  our  souls  from  hell. 
S  Aaron,  the  priest,  resigns  his  breath 

At  God's  immediate  will ; 
And,  in  the  desert,  yields  to  death 

Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  side, 

The  tribes  of  Israel  stand, 
While  Moses  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Israel  rejoice,  now  Joshua*  leads  ! 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  rest ; 
So  far  liie  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  priest. 

HYMN  125.    Lon^  Metre. 

Faith  and  repentance,  unhelief  and  itnpenitence. 

1  X  IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

Jt-A  To  souls  that  mourn  the  sins  they've  done, 
Children  of  wi^atli  made  heirs  of  heav'n, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Wo  to  the  wretch  that  never  fell 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief. 

'  Joshua  the  same  with  Jesus,  and  signifies  a 

Saviour. 


Book  2.        HYMN  126,  127.  207 

But  adds  to  all  his  crying  gTiilt, 

The  stubborn  sin  of  unbelief. 
S  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 

Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies ; 

lie  seals  the  curse  on  his  own  head, 

And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

HYiMN  126.     Common  Metre. 

Gad  glonjied  in  the  gospel. 

1  rriHE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 

JL    Invites  his  children  near ; 
While  pow'r,  and  trutn,  and  boundless  love 
Display  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  the  gospel's  wondrous  frame, 

Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue ; 
A  thousand  angels  leani  thy  naiae, 
Beyond  what'er  they  knew. 
i>  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines ; 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace ; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  myst'ry  shines.. 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face". 
4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 
To  our  jnciirnate  God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 
Its  honours  in  Lis  blood. 

0  Bat  still  the  lustre  of  thy  jrrace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brijjhter  J.^ys, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

f-lY^MN  127.     Lon-  Metre, 

Circumciiicn  and  laptism 
Written  only  for  those  who  practise  the  baptism 
of  infant*. 

1  nnHUS  did  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  pass 

X    Uuder  the  61oodv  iijal  of  t'luck , 
L 


208  HYMN  128.  Book  2. 

The  joung  olsciples  bore  the  yoke, 

I  ill  Christ  the  painful  bondage  broke, 
2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jesus  prove 

His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love ; 

He  seals  to  saints  his  g-!orious  grace, 

Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race. 
!»  Their  seed  is  sprinkled  with  his  blood. 

Their  children  set  apart  for  God  •, 

His  spirit  on  their  offspring  shed, 

Like  water  pour'd  upon  their  head. 
4  Let  e\hy  saint  with  cheerful  voice, 

In  this  large  covenant  rejoice ; 

Young  children,  in  tiieir  early  days, 

Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praise. 

HYMN  128.     Common  Metre. 

Corrupt  nature  from  Adam. 
>  TILEST  with  the  joys  of  innocencf, 
Jlj  Adam,  our  fntlier,  stood, 
Till  he  debas'd  his  soul  to  sense, 

And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 
2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 

To  sinful  joys  incliii'd ; 
Reason  has  lost  its  native  place, 

And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 
While  flesh,  and  sense,  and  passion  reigns. 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  good ; 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 

And  so  forget  the  load. 
9reat  God!  renew  our  niin'd  frame 

Our  broken  powVs  restore ; 
Inspire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame. 

And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more  ' 


Book  2.      HYMN  129,  130.  20? 

6  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 
Upon  our  inward  parts ; 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

HYiMN  129.     Long  .Metre. 

We  walk  by  faith,  not  hy  si^hi. 

1  5fTniS  bj-  the  failh  of  joys  to  come 

Jl.  We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  DJ3;bt 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  I'ght. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through. 
While  faith  inspires  a  heav'niy  ray ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow. 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  SoAbrah'm  by  divine  command. 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God^ 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN  130.     Common  Xcire. 
The  iuw  creation, 

1     A  TTEND,  wb'le  God's  exalted  Sod 
x\.  Doth  his  own  glories  ihow» 
'•  Behold  I  sit  upK>n  my  throne, 
Creating  all  things  "new. 
4^  Nature  and  sin  are  pass'd  away, 
And  the  oid  Adam  dies ; 
My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay  ; 
See  the  new  world  arise. 


>10  HYMN  131.  Books. 

;  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteousness 
To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  •, 
T\one  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 

Bly  glory  shall  partake." 
Mighty  Redeemer  !  set  me  free 

1  roiTi  my  old  state  of  sin ; 
Oil,  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee. 
Create  new  pow'rs  within. 
>.  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 
Aud  mould  n)y  heart  afresh ; 
Ciive  nie  new  passions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 
)  Tar  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
J 11  the  new  world  that  ^ace  has  made, 
i  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN  131.    Long  Metre. 

Tht  excellency  of  the  Christian  religion. 

i   'Jf   ET  everlasting:  g^iories  crown 
.a_i  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  ray  Lord  5 
Thy  haiiils  have  brought  salvmion  down, 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  [Wliai  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  search  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  shall  be  no  religion  found, 
yo  juat  to  God,  so  safe  for  raan.j 

S  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  i  pon ; 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks. 
Till  we  apply  to  Cluisi  alone. 
How  well  thv  blessed  truths  agree ! 
How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands' 
Thy  promises,  how  tirm  they  be 
iitj'w  &im  uur  liope  aad  eomfurt  stands! 


Book  2.      HYMN  132,  135.  21 

5  [Not  the  faro'd  fields  of  heath'nish  blif^: 
Could  raise  such  pleasures  in  the  mind  } 
Nor  does  the  Turkish  paradise 
Pretend  to  joj's  so  well  refin'd.l 

6  Should  all  the  forms  tfeat  men  devije 
Assault  my  ('lith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

HYMN  132.    Common  Mefr- 
The  ojices  of  Christ. 

1  WfE  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 

?  f    That  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King ; 

How  sweet  are  his  commands ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name. 

Who  saves  by  diflT'rent  ways ; 
His  mercies  lay  a  sov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

HYMN  133.    Long  Metre. 

Tht  operaiioyis  of  the  Holy  Sflril, 

1  "pTERNAL  Spirit!  we  confess, 

Mid  And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  graee  , 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father,  and  Jie  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nlj  ray 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day :  . 


til?.  I-IYRIN  134,  135.       Book  2 

TLine  inward  tsachingrs  make  us  know 

Our  danger  and  cur  refuge  too. 
C  Thv  pow'r  and  glory  work  'within,  _ 

And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin ; 

Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  forsn  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 
*  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  Toice  , 

Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 

Ihy  wordy  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  cairn  the  surges  of  the  mind. 
HYMN  IS4.    Common  Metre. 

Circumcision  aboUshed, 
1  rSlHE  promise  was  divinely  free, 
X    Extensive  was  the  grace ; 
••  1  will  the  God  of  Abrah'm  be, 
And  of  his  num'rous  race." 
.  ilc  said,  and  with  a  bloody  seSi, 
Corifirm'd  the  words  he  spoke ; 
Long  did  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  feel 
The  sharp  and  painful  yoke. 
S  Till  God's  own  Son,  descending  low, 
Ga*e  his  own  flesh  to  bleed ; 
And  Gentiles  taste  the  blessings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 
4  The  God  of  Abrah'm  claims  our  praise  j 
Ills  promises  endure ; 
And  Christ,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways. 
Makes  the  salvation  sure. 

HYMN  135.     Long  Metre. 
Types  and  prophecits  of  Christ. 

BEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  seed ! 
Behold  the  great  Messiah  come ! 
Beheld  the  prophets  all' agreed 
l"o  give  hiai  the  superior  room ! 


Book  2.        HYMN  136,137.  2i3 

2  Abrah'm.  the  saint,  rejoic'd  of  old. 
When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw  ■, 
Moses,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fulfiller  of  his  Inw. 

3  The  types  bore  witness  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  desijjn,  and  ceas'd  i 
The  incense,  and  the  bleeding  lamb. 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  p.  lest 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 

To  join  their  blessings  on  his  head  ; 
Jesus,  we  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
And  nations  own  the  proaiis'd  seed.  ' 
HYMN  136.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Christ. 

1  rriHE  King  of  gloi-y  sends  his  Sou 

JL    To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  , 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hosts  declare  his  birth  ! 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  ^\  hat  glories  .iieet*, 
An  unknown  star  arose,  and  led 

The  eastern  sages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  conspire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward  they  fell  the  sacred  fire, 

And  bless'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  bis  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blaspheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  scorn; 
Our  souls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born. 

HYMN  137.    Lonfj  Metre. 

Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  resurrection  ^ 
Christ. 
3   "DEHOLD  the  blind  their  sight  receive', ' 
JlS  Behold  the  dead  „^vuLc  uud  ilve  * 


214  HYMN  133.  Sook  2. 

The  f!«mb  speak  wonders  !  and  the  Jame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name  I 

2  Tlius  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  !!fal  the  mission  of  his  Son , 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
Wliile  he  bangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

S  He  dies ;  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood  ; 
He  rises  1  and  appears  a  God : 
Dehold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
Na  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to'die  ! 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
1  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign. 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

HYMN  13S.     Long  Metro- 
The  power  of  the  gospd 

THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  sho%v 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 
2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  di.-ea^^es  of  the  mind  j 
This  ssv'rejgn  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

5  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  clot  h'd  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  [Where  satan  reign'd  in  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light  •, 
Our  lusts  its  wondrous  pow'r  controuls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

5  Lions,  and  beasts  of  sa-age  name, 
flit,  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb ; 


Book  2.      HYMN  130,  UO.  21 

While  the  wide  world  esteems  it  strange 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  charge.] 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  saves  me,  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 
HYMN  139.    Long  Metre. 

The  example  of  Christ. 

1  "IVf  Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
Xv A  I  rea„  my  duty  in  thy  word : 
liut  in  thy  life  the  law  apjiears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def 'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 
S  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 

Witness'd  the  fei-vour  of  thy  pray'r ; 

The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 
4  Be  thou  my  pattern  •,  make  me  bear 

More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 

Amongst  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 
HYMN  140.    Common  Metre. 

7'Ae  examples  of  Christ  and  the  saints. 

1  1^  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
\J(  Within  the  vale,  and  see 

The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  5 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fearg. 


216  HYMN  Ul.  B<»- 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  vici'iy  c^rae  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Asci-ibe  their  conquest  to  tlte  Larab») 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breust, 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess'd  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witneSb,r,'S 
Shows  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  141.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  assisted  by  sense  ;  or,  preaching,  luptisM,i 

and  the  Lord's  supper. 

1  71/r^  Saviour  God,  my  sovVeigu  Prince, 
XtJ.  Reigns  far  above  the  skies ; 

Cut  britvgs  his  graces  down  to  sense, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rise. 

2  Mine  eyes  and  ears  shall  bless  his  ::ame, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word ; 
My  touch  and  taste  shall  do  the  sarae, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptismal  water  is  designed 

To  seal  his  cleansing  grace  j 
While,  at  his  feast  of  bread  and  wine, 
He  gives  his  saints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flesh  so  clean. 

As,  by  his  Spirit,  and  his  blood, 

He'll  wash  my  soul  from  sin. 

5  Not  choicest  meats,  nor  noblest  wines,  i 

So  much  my  heart  refresh,  | 

As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  signs,    '| 
And  feeds  upon  his  flesh. 


booK  2.       HYMN  142,  143.    .         217 
»  1 1  ve  the  Lord,  who  stoops  so  low, 
To  give  his  word  a  seal ; 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow 
Exceeds  the  figures  still. 
HYMN  142.    Short  Metre. 

Faith  in  Christ  our  sacrijicf. 
\      TVrOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
1.^    On  Jewish  altars  slain. 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 
i     But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  ont  sins  away ; 
j   A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 
}      My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 
ft      My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burdens  thou  didst  b«ar. 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 
9     Believing,  we  rejoice. 
To  see  the  curse  remove; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  chrtrful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 
HYMN  143.    Common  Metre 

Flesh  and  spirit. 

1  "|T|rHAT  diff 'rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  sin, 

W    Attend  oar  mortal  state , 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  cor>plain,  and  grran,  and  die, 

Wbile  sin  and  satan  reign ; 


218  HYMN  Ml.  Boc 

Now  raise  my  songfs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darkness  struggles  with  the  light, 

Till  perfect  day  arise  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flesh  and  spirit  strive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace ; 
But  I  shall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  sin  for  ever  cease- 

HYMN  144.    Long  Metre. 
The  efusion  of  the  Spirit )  or,  the  success  Oj 
gospel. 

1  /^  REAT  was  the  daj',  the  joy  was  grea 
\y  When  the  divine  disciples  met ; 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 

■    And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  I 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  save ! 
Furnish'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  W( 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swora 

5  Thus  arni'd,  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north 

"  Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause  j 
Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross." 

4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war. 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heav'nly  arms  subduM ; 
While  satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 


■OK ^.     liij.r^  lij;  iiu.  2iy 

Ireat  King  cf  grace,  my  heart  subdue, 
would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
L  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
jiii  sing  tlie  vict-ries  of  Lis  word. 

HYMN  145.    Common  Metre. 

Sight  through  u  glass,  and  face  to  fact. 

[LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace. 
Through  which  my  Lord  is  seen  ; 
Hid  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
•  Without  a  glass  between. 
*,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  sight ! 

shall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 

In  a  diviner  light. 
iaste,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

These  interposing  days ; 
iTjen  shall  my  passions  all  be  love, 

And  all  mypow'rs  be  praise. 

HYMN  14G.    Long  i>.etie. 

he  vanity  of  creatures ;  or,  no  rest  on  earth. 

MAN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires ; 
He  burns  within  with  restless  fires ; 
ross'd  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly 
<"rom  vanity  to  vanity. 

ji  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 

iome  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind ; 

Ye  try  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 

Che  inwaid  thirst  and  torment  still. 

so  when  &  raging-  fever  burns, 

Ve  snift  from  side  to  side,  by  turns ; 

\.Qu,  'lis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

ru  change  the  plate,  but  keqi  the  pain. 


220  HYMN  147.  Bwk 

4  Great  God  I  subdue  this  vicious  thirst, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust ; 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refin'd. 

HYMN  1 17.    Common  Metre. 

The  creation  of  the  world.    Gen.  i. 

1  '•  ■jV]'  OW  let  a  spacious  world  arise," 

LS    Said  the  Creator  Lord  ; 
At  once  tb'  obedient  earth  and  skies 
Rose  at  his  sov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land ; 
He  oall'd  the  light,  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  lie  bids  the  clouds  ascend  on  high ; 

The  clouds  ascend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treasure  to  the  sky, 
And  float  on  softer  air. 

4  The  liqui<}  element  below 

Was  gathei'd  by  his  hand  ; 
The  rolling  seas  tog-ether  flow. 
And  leave  the  solid  laud. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants,  a  flowVy  birtb, 

The  nal'.ed  globe  he  crown'd, 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  bless  the  earth, 
Cir  sui;  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  ndornM  the  upper  skies*, 

Behold  the  sun  appears  ; 
The  moon  and  stars  in  order  rise, 
To  mark  out  monihs  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  def»p  th'  almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame  •, 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  fiih  of  evry  uame.l 


r  '■  ■■ 

:ook2.  liiMIS  148.  2il 

He  gfixe  the  Hon  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wondrous  birth  ; 
And  grazing  beasts,  of  various  fonn, 

Rose  from  the  teeming  earth. 
Ai'-im  was  form'd  of  equal  clay, 

Though  sov'reign  of  the  rest, 
Design'd  for  nol)ler  ends  than  they, 

With  God's  own  iinnge  bless'd. 
I  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  ej'e, 

The  young  creation  stood  ; 
He  saw  the  building  from  on  high, 
.    tlis  wdid  ()ronounc''d  it  good. 
L'lv  1,  while  the  frame  of  nature  stands. 

Thy  praise  shall  fill  my  tongue; 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 

A  more  exalted  song. 

liY.MX  Uo.    Common  Metre. 

liod  rtcoiicilcd  in  Christ. 

DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
Wy  Jesus  and  my  God  I 
Who  can  resist  thy  heav'uly  love, 

Oi-  triile  with  thy  blood .'' 
Ti-  by  *he  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  agBin  ; 
Ti"  by  ihiiie  interceding  breath 

The  Spirii  dwells  with  meii. 
nil  God  in  human  flpsh  I  see, 

My  thouohts  no  cduifort  find  ; 
Fhelioly,  just,  and  sacred  Thrte 

Art-  terrors  lo  my  mind. 
But  if  Tmmani>el's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins; 
tii"  name  forbids  luv  slavish  fcai 

His  grace  remuvea  my  sins. 


222  HYMN  149,  loO.        Book  2. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

HYMN  149.    Common  Metre. 

Honour  to  magistrates  ,•  or,  government  from 

God. 


"E 


TERNAL  Sov'rei^n  of  the  sky, 
And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  majesty 
Our  first  obedience  owe. 


2  Our  souls  adore  thy  throne  supreme, 

And  bless  thy  providence, 
For  magistrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  rulers  of  these  States  shall  shine 

With  rays  above  the  rest, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  a  nation  bless'd.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  stand. 

While  virtue  finds  reward; 
And  sinners  perish  from  the  land. 
By  justice  and  the  sword. 

5  Let  Cesar's  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Cesar  and  his  throne; 
But  consciences  and  souls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

HYMN  130.    Common  Metre. 

The  dtceitjulness  of  sin. 
1  CJIN  has  a  thoivsand  treach'rous  arts 
>0  Ti)  practise  on  the  mind ; 
With  fiatt'ring  looks  she  tempts  eur  Ilflal'tg, 

But  leaves  a  sliag  htMnd. 


Books.        HYMN  151,  152.  £23 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 
The  a!?ed  and  the  young:, 
And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  maJies  his  fetters  strong. 
S  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence , 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heav'niy  things. 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 
4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 
Grew  the  forbidden  food ; 
Our  moliier  look  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

HYMN  151.    Long  Met\e. 

Prophecy  and  inspiration. 

1  jfT^WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

X    The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  ; 
His  Spirit  did  tiieir  tongues  inspire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'niy  iirr. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought 
Confirro'd  the  messages  they  brought  ; 
The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  bis  breath, 

To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 

And  read  bis  name  who  dy"d  for  me. 

4  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Ba  lost,  and  vanish  in  the  wind ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hoj)e  secure; 
This  is  thy  word  and  must  endure. 

HYMN  152.     Commoij  .Men- 
Sin'ti  and  Sion.     Heb.  zlL  13,  L^c. 
1   ■jVT'OT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
l.y    The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke 
M  m 


t:2i  HYMN  153.  Book  2. 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke: 
2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will.. 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

5  Eehold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  cloth 'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just. 

Whose  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight ! 
4  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n ; 
And  G^^i,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 

Their  vilest  sins  forgiv'n. 

6  Tl'.e  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 
6  In  such  society  as  this 

My  w  eary  soul  would  rest ; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is 
Must  be  for  ever  blest. 
HYMN  153.    Common  Metre 
The  distemper,  folly,  and  madness  of  titu 
1  CJiN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
O  TtifecU  our  vital  blood  ; 
Tb?  only  balm  is  sov'reign  grace, 
A^d  the  physician,  God. 
£  Our  beauty  and  eur  strength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  •, 
Cut  Christ  the  Lord  recalls  the  dead 

With  his  almighty  breath. 
lyTadness  by  nature  reigns  within  ; 
ihe  pfitsi'jns  burn  and  ra.£fi } 


Books.         HYMN  154.  32D 

Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

4  [We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 

And  solid  g-ood  despise  ; 

Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 

Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise.J 

5  We  give  our  souls  the  wounds  they  feel, 

We  driiik  the  pois'nous  gall. 

And  rush  with  fury  down  to  liell ; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 

6  [The  man  possess'd  among  the  tombs, 

Cuts  his  own  flesh,  and  cries  j 
He  foams  and  raves,  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  the  foul  spirit  flies.] 

HYMN  154.    Long  Metre. 

Self-righteousness  insxifficic-nt. 

:*   <;  TXr^^^^^   ^'■^  ^^^  mourners,   sailh  tk« 
f  f  Lord, 

That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  ? 

That  walk  in  darkness  all  the  day .' 

Come,  make  my  name  your  trust  and  stay 
2  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 

Can  for  the  smallest  sin  atone  ; 

The  robes  that  nature  may  piovide, 

Will  not  your  least  pollution  hide. 
5  The  softest  couch  that  nature  knows 

Can  give  the  conscience  no  repose  j  ; 

Look  to  ray  righteousness,  and  live ; 

Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 
4  Ye  sons  of  pride  ihat  kindle  coals 

With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  souls, 

W&lk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 

Enjoy  the  sparks  that  ye  desire. 


226  HYMN  155,  156.        Bwn.  Z. 

5  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands ; 
Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
Ye  f.liall  lie  down  witli  sorrow  there, 
la  death,  and  darkness,  and  despair." 

HYMN  155.    Common  Metre. 


Clirist  our  passover. 
0,  the  destroying  angel  flies 
To  Pharaoh's  stubborn  land ! 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 


L 


2  He  passM  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er ; 

Nor  pour'd  ihs  wrath  divine  1 

He  saw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 

And  bless'd  the  peaceful  sign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  lamb  must  bleed. 

To  break  th'  Egj'ptian  yoke  •, 

Thus  Israel  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'scapes  the  angel's  stroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  sprinkled  too 

With  blood  so  rich  as  thine, 
Justice  no  longer  would  pursue 
This  guilty  soul  of  mine. 

5  Jesus  our  Passover  was  slain, 

And  has  at  once  procur'd 
Freedom  from  satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  sword. 
HYMN  156.    Common  Metre. 

Presumption  and  despair ;  or,  satan's  various 

temptations. 
I  T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms  J 
A  I  hate  his  flntt'ring  breath  •, 
The  serpeiit  takes  a  thousand  forms 
To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 


Bool  2.  HYMN  157. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dre»ms , 

Or  kills  with  slavish  fear  ; 
And  holds  u3  still  in  wide  extremes, 
Presumption,  or  despair. 

3  Now  he  persuades,  "  how  easy  'tis 

To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;" 
Anon,  he  swells  our  sins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n," 

4  [He  bids  young  sinners  "  yet  forbear, 

To  think  of  God,  or  death  ; 
For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  they  must  die, 

And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 
In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
For  they  have  lo;t  their  day." 

6  Th  4S  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 

By  miscoief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 

Jo  darkness  and  the  pit. 
Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  pow'r ; 

Let  him  in  darkness  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 

Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

HYMN  137.    Common  Metre. 

Tlie  savie. 

NOW  satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar 
And  threatens  to  destroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour, 
With  a  malicious  joy. 
2  ¥e  sons  of  God  oppose  his  rage. 
Resist,  and  he'li  begone ; 
Thus  did  our  dearest  Lord  engag-e 
And  vanquish  him  alone. 


828  HYMN  158,  169.        Boor2. 

3  Now  he  appears  almost  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love ; 
But  the  old  serpent  lurks  witliin, 
V/hen  he  assumes  the  dove. 

4  Fly  from  the  false  deceiver's  tongue, 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  fly  j 
Onr  parents  found  the  snare  too  stronj, 
Nor  should  the  children  try. 

HYMN  168.    Lon^  Metre. 

Few  saved}  or,  the  almost  clirisliany  the  hyp* 

cri'e  and  apostate. 

1  TJRO AD  is  the  1 3ad  that  leads  to  death, 
O  And  thousands  walk  together  there  •, 

ijut  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  pata, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the"  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul,  that  tires  and  faint* 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  nu  more,  ", 
Js  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  •, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
IVhich  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

HYMN  159.    Coinmou  Metre. 

An  Hr>conve7-ied  state  ;  or,  converting  grace 
i   r^  REAT  King  of  glory,  and  of  grace, 
VT  We  own  with  humble  shame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
^  nd  cur  first  father's  name ! 


Book  2.  HYMN  160.  £29 

2  From  Adam  hows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poison  reigus  within, 
Makes  us  averse  to  all  that'8  good, 
And  willing  slaves  to  sin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  reject  thy  grace  5 
Enj3g'd  in  the  old  serpent's  cause, 
Against  our  Maker's  face.] 

4  We  live  estrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  distance  well ; 
With  hasle  we  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
That  ler.ds  to  death  and  bell. 

5  And  can  such  rebels  be  restor'd  ? 

Such  natures  made  divine  ? 

Let  sinners  see  tl)y  glory,  LorJ. 

And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 

6  Wc  raise  our  Father's  name  oa  high, 

Who  his  own  spirit  sends 
To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

HYMN  160.    Long  Metre. 
Custom  in  Sin. 

1  T   ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
M-A  Put  off  the  spots  that  nature  gives ; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  slaves 
Wcish  out  the  darkness  of  their  skin  ; 
Tlie  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  transgressors  cease  to  sin. 

(  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  least  coutrol  •, 
None  bv.'t  a  pow'r  divinely  strong 
!  an  turn  the  current  of  'Jie  soul. 


230  HYMN  IG!.  Book*2. 

4  G;  eat  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divhle. 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine ; 
1  wnuhi  be  form'd  ane\v,  and  bless 
The  wonders  of  creating'  grace. 

HYMN  161.     Common  Metfc. 
Chrhtian  virlius  ;  or,  the  dl//I:wij  of  conversion. 

1  Q  TRAIT  is  the  way.  tlie  dvr  is  strait, 
t5  That  leads  to  joys  on  hiiih  ; 

'Tis  but  a  few  that  tind  the  gnie. 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  rcnew'd, 
Passions  suppress'd,  and  patience  try'd. 
And  vain  desires  subdu'd. 

3  [Flesh  is  a  dangVous  foe  to  graco, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules-, 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls.] 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence, 

That  vile  idolatry  -, 
And  ev'ry  member,  evVy  sense. 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  pow'r. 

Requires  a  strong  restraint : 
We  must  be  watchful  ev'iy  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint. 
I  Lord !  can  a  feeble  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ! 
Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform 

And  give  the  free  reward. 


Books.         HYMN  162,  163.  231 

HYMN  162.    Common  Metre. 

Meditation  of  heaven  ;  or,  the  joys  of  faith. 

1  ]l/f  Y  thoughts,  surmount  these  lower  skies 
ItJ.  And  look  within  the  veil ; 

There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  '"hold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  THREE  in  ONE  -, 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  seals"  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings 

How  short  our  sorrows  are  '. 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 
The  present  we  compare. 

5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  still 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  forever  hoije  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

HYMN  1G3     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  desertion  mid  temptation. 

1  "|SEAtt  Lord,  behold  our  sore  distress ; 
JLf  Our  sins  attempt  to  reign; 

Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  couqu'ring  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  slain. 

2  [The  lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar, 

Affrights  thy  feeble  sheep  : 

Reveal  the  gloiy  of  thy  pow'r, 

And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

S  Must  we  indulge  a  lon^  despeur  .' 

Shall  oui-  petitions  die  ? 


232  HYMN  164.  Book  2. 

Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  earf 
Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  thou  despise  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood ; 
An  advocate  so  near  the  throne, 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  powerful  sword, 

To  slay  our  deadly  foes  ; 
Our  sins  shall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppose. 

6  How  boundless  is  our  Father's  grace, 

In  height,  and  depth,  and  length ! 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteousness, 
His  Spirit  is  our  strength. 

HYMN  164.    Common  Metre. 

The  end  of  the  world. 

1  IITHY  should  this  earth  delight  us  so? 

T  T     Why  should  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  these  low  grounds,  where  sorrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleasure  dies  ? 

2  While  time  his  sharpest  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  stars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 
S  Nature  shall  be  dissolv'd,  and  die, 
The  sun  must  end  his  race ; 
The  earth  and  sea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 
4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rise, 
When  the  last  trumpet  s  sound. 
Shall  call  the  nations  to  the  skies. 
From  underrteath  the  ground    ,, 


Book  2.        HYMN  165, 166.  233 

HYMN  165.    Common  Metre. 
Unf)-uitfulness,  ignorance,  and  umanctiJieS 
affections. 
\  Y  ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
Xj  Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word. 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain : 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain ! 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  blessings  of  thy  throne  !] 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  1 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  1 
How  few 'affections  there  !] 

5  Great  God  !  thy  sov'reign  pow'r  impart," 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart. 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  [Show  mv  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die.] 
HYMN  1G6.    Common  Metre. 


The  divine  perfections. 

HOW  shall  1  praise  ih'  eternal 
That  Infinite  Unknown  ? 
Who  can  ascend  his  high  abode. 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  f 


'231  HYMN  167.  Book  2. 

2  £Tbe  great  Invisible  !  he  dwells 

Conceal'd  in  dazzling-  light ; 
But  his  all-searching-  eye  reveals 
The  secrets  of  the  night. 

3  Those  watchful  eyes,  that  never  sleep, 

Survey  tht;  world  around  •, 
His  wisdom  is  a  boundless  deep,  . 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown^.] 

4  [Speak  we  of  strength?  His  arm  is  strong-, 

To  save,  or  to  destroy  ; 
Infinite  years  Iws  life  prolong, 
And  endless  is  his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  shadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promises.] 

6  [Sinners  before  his  presence  die ; 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealousy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 

7  Justice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne, 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 
While  mercy  sends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

8  Now  to  my  soul  immortal  King, 

Speak  some  forgiving  word  : 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  t9  sing- 
The  gloi-ies  of  my  Lord. 

HYMN  167.     Long-  Metre. 

The  same 
1  I^REAT  God  !  thy  glories  shall  employ 
\A   My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  j 
My  lips,  in  songs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 


Book  2.  HYMN  167.  235 

2  [Earth,  and  the  stars,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne ; 

All  nature  hang^s  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  gloiy  own  their  Lord.] 

3  [His  sov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  ? 
If  he  command,  who  dare  oppose  ? 
With  strength  he  girds  himself  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

t  [Who  shall  pretend  to  teach  him  skill ,' 
Or  guide  the  counsels  of  his  will  ? 
His  wisdrm,  like  a  sea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 

5  [I!is  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealousy, 
He  hales  the  sons  of  pride,  and  sheds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads.] 

B  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  sight 
Bring  dark  hypociisy  to  light ; 
Death  and  destruction  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncover'd  to  his  eye.] 

r  [Th'  eternal  law  before  him  stands ; 
His  justice,  with  impaitia!  hands, 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  sceptre,  or  the  sword. 

5  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundless  sea, 
Washes  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 
While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd 
T'  engage  his  justice  on  our  side.] 

)  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith, 

My  .soul  can  rest  on  all  he  saitb ; 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 

The  largest  promise  of  his  lips.] 
U)  Oh,  tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice, 

''  Thou  art  my  God,'-  and  I'll  rejoice  '. 


236  HYMN  168,  169.        Book  2. 

Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaum 
The  brightest  honours  of  thy  name 

HYMN  168.    Long  Metre. 

The  same. 
i    T  EHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; . 
His  gloiy  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  me  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law ; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 

His  pow'r  is  sov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  father,  and  my  friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heav'n  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

HYMN  169.    Particular  Metre. 

The  same. 

1  rr^IIE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns , 

X    His  throne  is  built  on  high  *, 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty : 

His  glories  shine 

With  beams  so  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law ; 


Book  2.         HYMN  170  237 

And  where  his  love 
Resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  seals  the  grace. 

3  Throoffh  all  his  ancient  workfl 
Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  designs  5 

Strong  is  his  arm, 

And  shall  fulfil 

His  great  decrees,  ' 

His  sov'reign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend  ? 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 
'>  My  Father  and  my  Friend  ?" 

I  loee  his  name, 

T  love  his  word  ; 

Join  nil  my  pow'rs 

And  praise  the  Lord. 

HYMN  170.    Long  Metre. 

God  incomprehensihfe  and  sovereign. 

1  r/^AN  creatures  to  perfection  find 
l\J  Th'  eternal  uncreated  Mind  ? 
Or  can  the  largest  stretch  of  thought 
Measure  and  search  his  nature  out ' 

2  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell, 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky. 
And  "all  the  shining  worlds  on  high. 

o  But  man.  vain  n'an,  would  fain  be  wise ; 
Born,  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
Anu  suieiis  aud  snuffs  the  empty  wind.}  . 


233  HYMN  170.  Book  i 

4  God  is  a  King^,  of  pow'r  unknown  ; 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne-, 
If  he  resolve,  who  dare  oppose, 
Or  ask  liim  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole ; 
He  calms  the  tempest  of  the  soul ; 

When  he  shuts  up  in  long  despair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 
ti  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moou, 
The  fainting-  sun  grows  dim  at  noon  5 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  serpent,  and  the  worm ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  smites  the  sons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


HYMJNS. 


BOOK  III. 

PREPARED  FOR  THE  HOLV  ORDINANCE 
OF  THE  lord's  SUPPER. 

HYMN  1.    Long  Metre 
The  Lord's  supper  inst'duted.    1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &.C 

1  jmWAS  on  that  dark,  that  dolefuJ  night, 

JL    When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  Gnd's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  bis  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scpne  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd,  and  brake 
What  love  through  all  liis  actions  ran  ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ' 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin ; 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  j'' 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wiue  , 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  [For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn ; 
He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  \ 
And  justice  poitr'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt  • 
When  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size, 
He  gave  his  souf  a  sacrifice.] 

e  «  Do  tbis,"  he  cry'd,  "  till  finie  shall  end, 
In  mern'ry  of  your  dying-  friand ; 
N  n 


240  HYMN  2.  Boob  3. 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  Love  o-f  your  departed  Lord." 
7  [Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 
We  show  thy  degth,  we  sing  thy  name. 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb.J 
HYMN  2.     Short  Metre. 
Commnnion  Tuiih.  Christ,  and  with  sainlt- 
1  Cor.  X.  16.  17. 

JESUS  invites  Lis  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Il.^re  pardon'd  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh  ; 
lie  bids  us  driiik  his  blood  : 

Amazing  favour !  matchless  grace 
Of  cur  descending  God  ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Alaintain  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  iiit'rest  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  his  members  one  ' 

We,  the  voung  children  of  his  love 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  sev'ral  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  bread ; 

One  body  with  its  sev'ral  limbs, 
rut  Jesus  is  the  Head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  joiu'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praise. 


Book  3.  HYMN  3,  4.  241 

HYMN  3.    Common  Metre. 

The  new  covenant  sealed. 
1  <  t  rpHE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 
jL    Shall  stand  for  ever  good ;" 
He  said ;  and  gcive  his  soul  to  death, 
And  seal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 
J.  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word  } 
I  set  my  worthless  name; 
1  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 
8  The  light,  and  strength,  and  pard'nin*  grace, 
And  glory  shall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  soul,  ray  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  ray  own. 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  grcHn, 
And  ratify'd  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 

Who  blesjs'd  us  in  his  will, 

And  to  his  testament  ot"  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  seal. 

HYMN  4.     Common  ?,Ictr8. 
Ckrist^s  dying  love  :  or,  our  pardon  iought  at 
dear  pries. 

1  TJ  OW  condescendin!=-  and  how  kind 
JlL  Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 

Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  beav'nly  mind 
And  pity  brought  hira  down. 

2  [When  justice,  by  our  sins  proveh'c. 

Drew  forth  i-s  dreadfid  sword, 

lie  gave  Lis  soul  up  to  tfaa  stroke^ 

W'Siout  a  murm'ii.ns  word.] 


242  HIMN  5.  Book  8. 

5  [He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
To  raise  us  to  his  throne ; 
I'here's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestow», 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne^er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  hijfh. 

HU  love  is  still  as  great ; 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 
S  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  died. 
And  see  the  sorrows  of  his  soul_ 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  side.] 
7  Here  we  receive  repeated  seals 

Of  Jesus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 

Gne  soft  affection  move.] 
?.  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record; 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guiR, 

Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN  6.    Common  Metre. 

Christ  the  bread  of  lift.    John  vi.  31,  36.  59. 
J  T  ET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
JLJ  'Tis  He  our  souls  hath  fed ; 
Thou  art  the  living  stream,  0  Lord, 
And  thou  the  immortal  bread. 
2  [The  manna  came  from  lower  skies, 
But  Jesus  from  above ; 
Where  the  fresh  springs  of  pleasure  riSf, 
4x!d  rivers  flow  with  lore. 


Book  3.  HYMN  6.  245 

S  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  last, 
Who  ate  that  heav'uly  bread  ; 
But  these  provisions  which  we  taste, 
Can  raise  us  from  the  dead.] 

4  Bless'd  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flesh 

To  nourish  dying  men, 
And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

5  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heav'niy  breath, 

Whilst  Jesus  finds  supplies ; 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

6  [Daily  our  mortal  flesh  decays. 

But  Christ,  our  life,  shall  come  ; 
His  unresisted  powV  shall  raise 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.J 

HYMN  6.    Long  Metre. 

The  memorial  of  ow  absent  Lord.    John  xvi. 

16.     Luke  xxii.  19.    John  xiv.  S. 

1  TESCS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

tf    Wliere  our  wpak  senses  reach  him  not 

And  carnal  objecis  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  "Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have. 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  •, 

And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  Wnd  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread 
With  his  own  fie«h  and  dying  blood  ; 
We  on  tup  rich  provision  feed. 

And  taste  the  wine,  and  bless  our  God. 

4  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  less  ju  our  esteem 


544  HYMN  7.  Book  3, 

Christ  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thottght, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 

5  Whilst  he  is  absent  Irom  our  si^ht, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  vis  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

6  [Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills, 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  shall  come , 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 

To  fetch  our  longing  spirits  home.] 

HYMN  7.   Long  Metre. 

Cracifixion  to  the.  zoorld  by  the  cross  of  Christ 
Gal.  vi.  14. 
}  T[TrHEN  I  sur\'ey  the  wondrous  cross 
f  f     On  which  the  P.ince  of  Glory  dy'd 
My  richest  gain  1  count  but  loss. 
And  pour  conteni;)t  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  nie  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  bis  fact, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  I_ 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  f 

4  [His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree ; 
Then  aai  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small  : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Vvaic^uda  iv.j-  soul,  my  life,  my  a)l, 


Book  3.  HYMN.8.  245 

HYMN  8.    Common  Metre. 

The  tree  of  life. 
<OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 


The  tree  of  life. 
1  /^OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful 
\J  To  our  exalted  Lord, 


Ye  saints  on  high,  around  his  throne, 
And  we  around  his  board. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lov/er  ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  stood, 
What  dear  refreshment  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food ! 

3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne  , 

In  heav'ns  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down, 
Its  ever  smiling  boughs. 

4  [Ilov'riug  among  the  leaves,  there  stands 

The  sweet  celestial  Bove  •, 
And  Jesus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 

5  ['Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  strange  delight, 

While  in  his  shade  we  sit ; 
His  fruit  is  pleasing  to  the  sight, 
And  to  the  taste  as  sweet. 

6  New  life  it  spreads  through  dying  hearts, 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind ; 
Vigor  and  joy  the  juice  imparis. 
Without  a  sting  behind.] 

7  inow  let  the  flaming  weapon  stand, 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  j 
ThereVne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 

That  b-ars  such  fruit  as  these. 
2  Infinite  grace  our  souls  adore, 

Whose  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  bov'reigii  pow'r 

To  raise  and  heal  the  'lead. 


2W  HYMN  9.  Book  % 

HYMN  9.    Short  Metre. 

Vhe  Sfirit,  the  -tvater,  and  the  blood» 
I  John  V.  6. 

1  1    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
l-i  To  praise  our  God  on  higb, 

Wb  1  iroin  his  bosom  sent  his  Son, 
To  letch  us  strangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  cease 

To  sin?  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Je»us,  th'  ambassador  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  caine ! 
S      It  cost  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good. 
4      [My  Saviour's  pierced  side 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood ; 
Uy  water  we  are  purify'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 
=>      Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
But  he  our  Priest,  atones ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  spil.. 
And  offer'd  with  his  groans.] 

3  Look  up,  tny  soul,  to  him 
Whose  death  was  thy  desert, 

And  humbly  view  the  living  streaJQ 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 
7      There,  on  the  cursed  tree. 
Id  (lying  pangs  be  lies. 
Fulfils  his  father's  great  decree 
And  all  our  wants  supplies. 
i      Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
Rv  water,  and  bv  blood  ; 
Aii.i  when  the  Spirit  speaks  the  same, 
"V^'e  feel  Uis  witness  good. 


Books.  HYM^MO.  ^47 

9  While  thp  eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above, 

Here  I  believe  he  dyM  for  me. 
And  seal'd  my  Saviour's  love. 

10  [Lord,  cleanse  my  soul  froia  sin, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart : 

Great  Comforter,  abide  within, 
And  witness  to  my  htai^.] 

HYMN  10.  Long  Metre. 

Christ  crucified,  the  wisdom  and  power  of  God. 

1  lyrATURE  with  open  volume  stands, 
Xll    To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad ; 
And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescu'd  man 
His  brighest  form  of  gloi-y  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'lis  fairest  drawn 
in  precious  blood,  and  crimson  lines. 

3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete ; 
Nor  wit  can  guess,  uor  reason  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  best  is  writ, 

The  pow'r,  the  wisdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart. 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join; 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleasures  mine. 

6  Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding"  side. 

6  I  wouhl  for  ever  speak  his  name, 
In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown, 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


248  HYMN  II,  12.         Book  3. 

HYMN  11.    Common  Metre. 

Pardon  brought  to  our  senses. 
i  1*  ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  '. 
M-i  How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  spreads  the  sacred  feast 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  I 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  sweetest  glories  shine  ; 
There  Jesus  says  that  "  I  am  his, 
Aud  my  Beloved's  mine." 

3  "  Here"  says  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  shows  his  wounded  side, 
"  See  here  the  spring  of  all  your  joys. 
That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  !" 

4  [He  smiles.,  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
"  All  this,"  he  says,  "  I  bore  for  thee," 
And  then  he  smiles  again.] 

5  What  shall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  so  vast  as  this  1 
lie  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes. 
And  seals  it  with  a  kiss. 

6  [Let  such  amazing  loves  as  these 

Be  sounded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  [To  Him,  who  wash'd  us  in  his  biood 

Be  everlasting  praise. 
Salvation,  honour,  gloiy,  power, 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

HYMN  12.    Long  Metre. 


[H 


Tin  gospel  fcGst.  Luke  xlv.  I6,  Sc. 
OW  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord ! 
Thy  table  furnisfi'd  from  aWove  I 


Book  3.  HYMN  13.  249 

The  fruits  of  life  o'erspread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  first  invited  to  the  feast : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refuse, 
And  Gentiles  thy  salvation  taste. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame ; 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  ! 
But,  at  the  gospel  call,  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  supply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darkness  and  despair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  tliee  to  dwell. 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  presence  here.] 

5  What  shall  v/e  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  heav'n  of  kis  abode, 

And  to  this  wretched  earth  carae  down. 
To  bring  us,  wand'rers,  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  cost  him  death,  to  save  our  lives ; 
To  buy  our  souis,  it  coft  his  own : 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives. 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlasting  love  is  due 

To  him  who  ransom'd  sinners  lost ! 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
The  vast  expense  his  love  would  cost. 

HYMN  13.    Common  Metre. 
Divine  love  making  a  Jeast,  and  calling  in  the 

guesti.    Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 
1  TTOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
i~l    With  Christ  within  the  doori, 
While  everktstlng^  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores ! 


250  HYMN  14.  Book  3. 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  soft  compacsion  rolls ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  souls. 

3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
'•  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

4  Wiiy  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room. 
When  thousands  make  a  wretcned  choice, 
Aud  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forc'd  us  in } 
Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste, 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God ; 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 

Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  sout, 
Sing  thy  redeetning  grace.] 

HYMxN  14.    Long  Metre. 

The  song  of  Simeon  ;  Luke  ii.  23;  or,  a  sight 
of  Christ  makes  death  easy, 

1  TV'  0 W  have  our  hearts  erabrac'd  our  God, 
i.  1    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wish  to  die,  as  Simeon  would, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 


Book  3.  HYMN  15.  261 

2  Our  lips  should  learn  that  joyful  song» 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepa'r'd  like  hisj 
"  Our  souls  still  waiting  !o  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  bave  seen  thy  fare,  0  Lord, 
And  view'd  salvation  with  our  eyes, 
Tasted  and  felt  the  living  word, 

The  bread  descending  from  the  skies. 

4  Thou  hast  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
Hast  set  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name. 
And  show  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

0  He  is  our  light ;  our  morning  star 
Shall  shine  on  nations  yet  unknown ; 
The  glory  ot  thine  Israel  here. 
And  joy  of  Spirits  near  thy  throne." 

HYMN  15.    Cornaioa  Metre. 
Our  Lord  Jesus  ut  his  ozun  table. 

1  rilHE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

JL    Awakes  a  thankful  tongue ; 
How  rich  he  spread  his  royal  board, 
And  bless'd  the  food,  and  sung  1 

2  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread, 

But  doubly  bless'd  was  he 
Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  *aith  the  same  delights  we  taste 

A3  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  sit  and  lean  on  J?sus'  breast, 
And  take  the  iieav'nly  bread. 

4  Down  fvoia  the  palace  of  the  skies, 

Hither  the  king  descends ! 


2i2  HYMN  16.  Book  3. 

«  Come,  my  beloved,  eat,  he  cries, 
And  drink  salvation,  friends. 
5  BIy  flesli  is  food  and  physic  too, 
A  balm  for  all  your  pains : 
And  the  red  streams  of  pardon  flow 
From  these  my  pieiced  veins." 
G  Ilosanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 
For  such  a  leust  below ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  saints  aboTC 
With  nobler  blessings  too. 
7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
That  brings  our  souls  to  rest! 
Then  we  shall  need  these  types  no  more. 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feast.] 

HYMN  16.    Common  Metre. 

The  agonies  of  Christ, 

1  IVrOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
X\    Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 

Our  sufT 'rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
Lord,  when  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  Id  lively  figures  here  we  see 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love; 

Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rise, 

While  setting  round  his  board; 
And  back  to  Calvary  she  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord.J 

4  Ilis  soul,  v*hat  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew, 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  gui' 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too: 


Book  3.  HYMN  17.  253 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear ; 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  sin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there. 

6  Grace,  wisdom,  justice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day : 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  tlianks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  sha!'  sound  like  those  above," 

Could  we  our  loices  raise ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  shall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praise. 

HYMN  17.     Short  Metre. 

Incomparable  food  ;  or,  the  fiesh  and  blood  of 
Christ. 

1  T/ITE  sin*  th'  amazing  deeds 

f  T     That  grace  divine  performs*, 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds, 
To  nourish  dying  worms. 

2  This  srful-reviving  wine, 
Dear  Saviour,  'lis  thy  blood'. 

We  thank  that  sacred  flesh  of  thine. 
For  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  that  v.'e  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things*, 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  so  sweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  sought. 
And  search'd  his  g,.-den  rouV.d, 

For  there  was  uo  such  blessed  fruit 
In  all  that  happy  ground. 
Th'  angelic  host  above 
Can  never  taste  this  food  ; 


264  HYMN  18.  Book  3. 

They  feast  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  Ih'  almighty  Lard 
Bestows  this  matchless  grace; 

And  meets  us  with  some  cheering  word, 
With  pleasure  in  his  face. 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  saints, 
And  banquet  with  the  King ; 

This  wine  will  drown  your  sad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  sing. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Christ : 

Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
His  glory  in  the  high'st. 

MYMN  18.    Long  Metre. 
The  same. 

1  T  ESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet  I 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  stor'd  ! 
Thy  sacred  fiesh  our  souls  have  eat, 
'Tis  living  bread,  we  thank  thee.  Lord '. 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord !  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love ;  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  such  sweetness  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flesh  is  heav'nly  food  , 
In  vain  we  search  the  globe  around 
For  bread  bO  fiue,  or  wine  so  good. 

A  Carnal  provisions  can  at  best 
But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  j 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  taste 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 


Book  3.         HYMN  19,  20.  255 

6  Joy  to  the  Master  of  the  feast  •, 
His  name  our  souls  for  ever  bless ; 
To  God  the  Kingr,  and  God  the  Priest, 
A  loud  hosaiina  round  the  place. 

HYMN  19.    Lon^  Metre. 

Glory  in  the  cross  ;  or,  not  ashamed  of  Christ 

crucified. 


1     \T  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Jr\.  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast : 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 


And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  ev'ry  guest. 
2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd  ; 

We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above 

From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 
S  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling;  their  scandals  on  thy  cause  ; 

We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 

And  make  our  triumphs  in  the  cross. 
4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffinjf  age, 

He  who  was  dead  hns  left  his  tomb : 

He  lives  above  tlieir  utmost  idge, 

And  we  are  waiting  till  become. 

HYMN  20.     Co.nimon  Metre. 

The  provisions  for  the  table  of  our  Lord;  or,  l.he 

tree  of  life,  a'.i  river  of  love. 
i  1"   ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
JLi  And  sing  the  solemn  fedst, 
Where  sweet  cel'^stial  dainties  stand 
For  every  willing  guest. 
2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 
With  rich  immortal  fruit. 
And  pfc  er  an  angry  llaming  sword 
Tp  guard  the  psssage  to't. 


256  HYMN  21.  Book  S. 

3  The  cup  stands  crown'd  -with  living  juice; 

The  founttun  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  streaming,  for  our  use, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  beav'nly  art; 

The  pleasure's  well  refiu'd; 
They  spread  new  life  through  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  saints,  that  taste  his  wine ; 
Join  with  your  kiadied  saints  above, 
In  loud  hosannas  join. 

6  A  thousand  glories  to  the  God 

Who  gives  such  joy  as  this  ' 
Ilosanna !  let  it  sound  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jesus  is. 

HYMN  21.    Common  Metre. 

Tk'  iriumphal  feast  for  Christ''s  viclory  over  sin, 

and  death,  and  hell. 

1  r^OME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
l\j  High  a»,  our  joys  arise  •, 

And  join  the  songs  above  the  shy, 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

2  Jesus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
Who  rose,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell] 

3  [Jesus,  the  God,  invites  us  here, 

To  this  triumphal  f«ast, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  dowu 
For  each  redeemed  guest.] 
i  I'he  Lord  1  bow  glorious  is  his  ftce  j 
How  kind  his  ga»les  appear  1 


Book  3.  HYMN  21.  367 

And,  oh  I  what  melting  words  he  says 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  I 

5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

It  was  for  you  I  dy'd : 
Behold  my  hands,  behold  ray  feet, 
And  look  into  my  side. 

6  These  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  pains. 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  souls 
Froiu  miseiy  and  chains. 

7  [Justice  ansheath'd  its  fiery  sword, 

And  plung^'d  it  in  my  heart ; 
lufinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 

And  most  tormenting  smart. 
9  When  hell,  and  all  its  spiteful  pow're, 

Stood  dread.al  in  my  way, 
To  rescue  those  dear  lives  of  yours, 

I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  d^\l, 

I  rcm'd  Satan's  throne ; 
High  on  my  cross  I  bung,  and  spy'd 
The  monster  tumbling  down. 

10  Now  you  must  triumph  at  my  feast^ 

And  taste  my  flesh,  my  blood, 
And  live  eternal  ages  bless'd, 
For  'tis  immortal  food." 

1 1  Victorious  God !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  ?o  divine .' 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
To  l>e  for  ever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  highest  prawt. 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues ; 

But  themes  so  infinite  as  these 

Dx.-fced  our  nobbse!  songs. 


258  HYMN  22, 23.          Boott  3, 

HYMN  22.    Long  Metre. 
The  compassion  of  a  dying  Christ. 

1  /AUR  spirits  join  t' adore  the  Lamb: 
%J  0  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  strains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love. 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  resigns  his  breathy 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ransom  guilty  worms  frym  death! 

3  [Rebels,  '.ve  broite  our  Maker's  laws ; 
He  from  the  threat'ning  set  u?  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  cross, 
And  lAail'd  the  curses  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai^s  thunder  roars  no  more : 
From  all  his  wounds  new  blessings  flow, 
A  sea  of  joy  without  a  shore. 

5  Here  we  have  wash'd  our  deepest  stains, 
And  heal'd  our  v»ounds  with  beav'nty  okmili 
Bless'd  fountain !  springing  from  tlie  veln.1 
Of  Jesus,  our  incai-nate  Gotl.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  strive 
To  speak  compassion  so  divine ; 
Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 

A  thousand  lives  should  all  be  thine. 

HYMN  23.     Common  Metre- 
Graee  and  gloi-y  hy  the  diath  of  Christ. 
S   TQITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
LO  We  raise  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
OiM-  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
AhU  dtwws  our  sIhs  to  death.J 


Book  3.  HYMN  24.  259 

2  We  see  the  blood  of  Jesus  shed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rise ; 
The  sinner  views  the  atonement  made., 
And  loves  the  sacrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  shameful  cross. 

Procure  us  heav'nl}'  crowns : 
Our  highest  gain  springs  from  thy  loss  ; 
Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  l  'tis  impossible  that  we. 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  suff  "rings  bear  for  thee,, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 
HYISIN  24.    Common  Metre. 

Pardon  and  strength  from  Christ. 

1  I^ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grac^, 
JT    To  see  thy  glories  shine ; 

The  Lord  will" his  own  table  bless, 
And  make  the  feast  divine. 

2  We  touch,  we  taste  the  heav'nly  breads 

We  drink  the  sacred  cup : 
With  outward  forms  our  sense  is  fed, 
Our  souls  rejoice  in  hops. 

3  We  shall  appeal*  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
IJress'd  in  the  ganneuts  of  his  Son, 
And  sprinkled  wilh  his  blood. 

4  We  shall  be  strong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  sky ; 
Christ  will  provide  our  souls  with  fmee, 
He  bought  a  large  supply. 

5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  fea.st ; 
We  love  the  roem'17  of  hie  uarae 
More  than  the  wine  we  tesle._ 


260  HYMN  25.  Book  3. 

HYMN  25.    Common  Metre. 
Divine  irlorics  and  grace. 
t  TTOW  are  thy  glories  here  display'd, 
■  ■    Great  God,  how  bright  they  shine, 
While  at  tby  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  justice  stands 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  cause; 
Here  saving  mercy  spreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jesus  on  the  cross. 

3  Thy  saints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace, 

On  this  great  sacrifice  •, 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  posture  sits. 

To  heav'n  directs  her  sight; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  passion  meets, 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rising  sin  destroy ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  jey. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  sight ; 

Let  sin  for  ever  die : 
Then  shall  our  souls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


CO^JCLUSION. 


I  CANNOT  persuade  myself  to  put  a 
full  perimi  to  these  divine  Hymns,  until  I  liave 
addressed  a  special  SONG  OF  GLORY  to  God 
the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Holy  Spirit. 
Though  the  Latin  uame  of  it,  Gloinn  Patri,  he 
retained  in  the  English  nation  from  the  Roman 
church  ;  and,  though  there  may  be  some  exces- 
ses of  superstitious  honour  paid  to  the  words  of 
it,  which  may  have  wrought  some  unhappy  pre- 
judices in  weaker  christians,  jet  I  believe  it 
still  ty  be  one  of  the  noblest  parts  of  Christian 
worship.  The  subject  of  it  is  the  doctrine  of  the 
Trinity,  which  is  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  di- 
vine nature,  that  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  has  so 
clearly  revealed  unto  men,  and  is  so  necessary 
to  true  Christianity.  The  action  is  praise, 
which  is  one  of  the  most  complete  and  exalted 
parts  of  heavenly  worship.  I  have  Ctist  the  song^ 
into  a  variety  of  forms,  and  have  fitted  it  oy  a 
plain  versiv.tn,  or  a  larger  paraphrase,  to  be  eung 
either  alone,  or  at  the  conclusion  of  another 
Hymn.  I  have  also  added  a  few  Hosannas,  or 
ascriptions  of  salvation  to  Christ,  in  the  sam« 
manner,  and  for  the  same  end. 


262  HYMN  26,  27.         Book  3. 

DOXOLOGIES. 


26.     First  Long  Metre. 

A  song  of  Praise  to  the  ever  bhssed  TRINITY, 
GOD  th.  FATHER,  SON,  mid  SPIRIT. 

BLESS'D  be  the  Father,  and  his  love, 
To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God ! 
From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  thee,  sacred  Spirit,  praise, 
Who,  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  wo, 
Mak'st  living  springs  of  grace  arise. 
And  into  boundless  glory  How. 

J  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  b'on, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore , 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 

27.    First  Cominon  Metre, 
t   f^  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
\jr  Who  from  our  sinful  race 
Chose  out  his  fav'rites,  to  proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 
2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And  to  redeem  us  from  the  deadj 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 


Boos  3.        HYMN  28,  29.  263 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whose  Almighty  powV 
Our  souls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
And  bless  the  happy  "hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigiJs  above, 

Th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 


L 


First  Short  Metre. 
ET  God  the  Father  live 
For  ever  on  our  tongues ; 


Sinners  from  his  first  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  songs. 
3      Ye  saints  employ  your  breath 
In  honour  to  the  Son 
Who  bought  your  souls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  oflf'ring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praise 
Of  an  immortal  strain, 

Whose  light,  and  power,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  sin, 

0  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  same  record  within ! 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
That  seals  this  grace  in  heav'n, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

29.     Second  Long  Metre. 
1   (Ti  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

^JM"  Whose  name  has  mysteries  unknown  *, 
lu  essence  One,  in  person  Three  5 
A  social  nature,  yet  alone. 


26t  HYiMiN  30—33.        Bock  3. 

2  When  all  our  noblest  pow'rs  are  join'd 
The  honours  of  thj'  name  to  raise, 
Thy  glories  overmatch  our  mind. 
And  angels  faint  I)eneath  the  praise. 

30.     Second  Common  Metre. 
1  rriHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
X    Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  REDEEMING  WORD, 
And  new-creating  breath. 
2  To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

31.     Second  Short  Metre. 

1  TT   ET  Gwl  the  Maker's  name 
jLd  Have  honour,  love,  and  fear ; 

To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  same, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  Lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we  adore, 

The  Son  of  thine  eternal  lore, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

32.    Third  Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  Que, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

33.     Or  thus : 

ALL  glory  to  thy  wondrons  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love . 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praise  the  heav'nly  Pove. 


Book  3.         HYMN  31— 33  265 

34.    Third  Common  Metre. 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

35.     Or  thus  : 

HONOUR  to  th'  Almighty  Tliree, 
And  everlasting  One ; 
AH  Glory  to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son. 

36.    Third  Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

37.     Or  thus  : 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise  ; 
Give  glory  to  the  Son  ;  - 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

38.    Particular  Metre. 
A  song  of  Praise  to  the  blessed  TRINITY 

1  T  GIVE  immortal  praise 
JL  To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above. 

He  sent  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  sins 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  Goa  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
^rom  eveVlasting  wo : 


266  HYMN  39.  Book  3. 

And  now  he  lives. 
And  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Ini  mortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live : 

His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Be  endless  honours  done. 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  mysterious  One : 

Where  reason  fails, 
With  all  her  pow'rs, 
'i'here  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

39.    Particular  Metre. 

1  npO  Him  who  chose  us  first, 

X    Before  the  world  began, 
To  Him  who  bore  the  curse 
To  save  rebellious  man ; 

To  Hira  who  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endless  praise 

And  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  shall  run 
Through  our  immortal  songs  ■, 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Uosannas  on  our  tongues: 


Books.         HYMN  40,  41.  267 

Our  lips  address 

The  Spirit's  name 

With  equal  praise, 

And  zeal  the  same. 
3  Let  ev'iy  saint  above, 
And  angels  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  bless  and  love 
The  sacred  Three  in  One. 

Thus  heav'n  shall  raise 

His  honours  hieh, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 

40.    Particular  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  sing^. 

41.    Or  thus: 

TO  our  eternal  God, 
The  Father  and  the  Sqb, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  mysteries  in  One, 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
Ami  praise  be  giv'n, 
Br^ll  on  earth, 
Ami  qH  fa  hwiv'm 


£68        HYiMN  42,  43,  44,  45.  Book  3. 

The  HosANNA ;  or,  Salvation  ascribed 

to  Christ. 

42,    Long-  Metre. 

1  TT  OS  ANNA  to  king  David's  Son, 
XJ-  Wlio  reJD'ns  on  a  superior  throne  ; 
We  bless  the  Priuce  of  heav'nly  birtb, 
Who  brings  salvation  down  to  earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  ag-e, 

In  this  delightful  work  engage ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  sing 
The  growiiig  glories  of  her  King. 


H 


43.     Common  Metre. 
OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  grace ; 
Zion,  behold  thy  King; 


Proclaim  the  Son  of  David  s  race, 

And  teach  the  babes  to  sing. 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word, 

Who  from  the  Father  came  j 
A;  cribe  sfilvatioD  to  the  Lord, 

With  blessings  on  hi^  .larne. 

44.    Short  Metre. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Son 
Of  David  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  dowB, 
And  bought  it  with  his  blocd. 
To  Christ  th'  anointed  King 
Be  endless  blessings  giv'n  •, 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glories  sing, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 


H 


45.     Particular  Metre. 
OSANNA  to  the  King 
Of  L'aviU's  ancie»u  fclood'i 


Book  3.  HYMN  45.  2<i9 

Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  : 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  way, 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honours  lay. 
2   ■;  lory  to  God  on  high; 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb : 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim 

Upon  his  head 

Shall  honours  rest. 

And  ev'ry  age 

Pronounce  him  bless'd. 


A  TABLE, 

TO   FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE   FIRST  LINE. 


Note.  The  letters  a,  b,  c,  denote  the  First,  Se- 
cond, and  Third  Book  ;  the  Figures  direct  to 
the  Hymn. 

A. 

Book.Hy. 

ADORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
Alas  I  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name      -    - 
All  mortal  vanities  begone      -    -    -    • 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive    -    -    - 

And  m-ist  this  body  die 

And  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes 
Arise,  ray  soul,  my  joyful  powers  -  - 
As  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast  - 
At  thv  command  our  dearest  Lord  -  - 
Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son  -  - 
Awake,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue 
Awake,  our  souls,  away,  our  fears  -  - 
Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care  -  -  - 
H. 

BACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we 
look 

Begin  my  tongue  some  heav'nly  theme 
Behold  how  sinners  disagree  -  -  - 
Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive  - 
B^hBlU  the  glories  of  tfre  Lamb       -    •■ 


a 

42 

b 

9 

c 

tJ3 

a 

25 

b 

105 

b 

no 

b 

81 

b 

82 

a 

143 

c 

19 

b 

ISO 

a 

20 

a 

48 

b 

123 

a 

S7 

b 

69 

a 

131 

b 

J37 

a 

i 

TABLE.  £71 
Book.  Hy. 

Behold  tbe  grace  appears       -    -    -    -    a  S 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay    -    -    -    a  117 

Behold  the  rose  of  Sharon  here       -    -    a  68 

Behold  tbe  woman's  promis'd  seed      -    b  135 

Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine   a  123 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace      -    -    -    a  64 

Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  -    a  102 

Bless'd  be  the  everlasting  God         -    -    a  26 

Bless'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  -    -    c  2t> 
Bless'd  moniiug-,  whose  young  dawning 

rays        b  72 

Bless'd  with  tbe  joys  of  innocence       -    b  128 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies    -    b  H  8 

Hright  K;ng  of  glory,  dreadful  God    -    b  51 

tiroad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death    -    b  158 

Bury'd  in  siiadows  of  the  night       -    -    a  P7 

B'U  few  among  the  carnal  wise       -    -    a  OS 


CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find      -  b  170 

Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme  a  119 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues    -    -    -  b  84 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  a  135 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  Uod  b  103 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls      -    -  a  127 

Come,  Holy  S^rit,  heav'nly  Dove        •  b  S4 

Come,  let  us  idin  a  joyful  tune    -    -    .  c  8 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs    -  a  82 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes       -    -  b  103. 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high       -    -  c  21 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord      -    -    .  b  SO 

D. 

DAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold  a  72 

Dear  Lord,  behold  our  sore  distress  b  163 
Pp 


272  TABLE. 

Book.Hy. 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above  •    -    •  d    14g 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid    -  b 

Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now    -    -  a 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day      -    -    -  h 

Deceiv'd  by  subtle  snares  of  hell      -    -  a 

Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne  -    -  a 

Descend  from  beav-n,  immortal  Dove  b 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word     -  a 

Dnvrn  headlong  from  their  native  skies  b 

Dread  SoT'reign,  let  my  ^v'ning  song  b 

E. 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd 
abroad   --------a 

Eternal  sov'reign  of  the  sky  -    -    -    -  b 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess       -    -    -    .  b 


IIIAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence      -  a 
.     Far  from  ray  thoughts  vain  world 
begone       ...,.-.-.b 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see       .    -    -  b 

Father,we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace    -    -  c 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they   -    -    -    -  a 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands     -  a 

From  heav'n  the  sinning  angels  fell    -  b 

From  ihes,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise  b 

G. 

GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong  a 

Give  me  tlie  wings  of  faith  to  rise  b 

Give  to  the  Father  praise                  -    -  c 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity                       -  c 

Glory  to  God  who  waliis  the  sky    -    -  b 


TABLE.  273 


Book.  Hr. 

• 

27 

a 

136 

. 

a 

73 

b 

70 

b 

27 

a 

53 

a 

128 

a 

14B 

b 

67 

a 

6 

b 

167 
112 

. 

)> 

159 

- 

b 

144 

aiory  to  Gml  tke  Father's  uarae 
God  if  a  epii-it  just  and  wise       -    - 
God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
God  of  the  seas,  thy  fhund'ring  voice 
God,  the  eternal,  awful  name       -    - 
God,  who  in  various  methods  toM  - 
Go  preach  my  gospel,  saifh  the  Lord 
Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou     - 
Great  God,  I  own  the  sentence  just 
Great  God,  thy  glories  shall  employ 
Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  - 
Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 


H. 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and 

Jews a  15* 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place  •  b  64 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  -  b  SR 
Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet  -  a  31 
Hark '.  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  b  63 
Hark !  the  Redeemer  from  ci  high  -  a  70 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  pro- 
claims      a  38 

Hence  from  my  seul  sad  thoughts  begone  b  73 

Here  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God     -    -  b  4 

ilisrh  as  the  heav'ns  "above  the  ground  b  J 15 

High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light      -    -  b  18 

Honour  to  the  Almighty  Three    -    -    -  c  S5 

Ho.sanna,  kc.       ----....  c  42, 45 

Hosanna  to  our  conqu'ring  Kiii^j     -    -  b  89 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light   -    -     -  b  7« 

liosannato  theroj-ai  Son    -     -         -    -  a  16 


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Book.  By. 

TTosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound     .    .    -  b      8 

How  are  thy  glories  here  display'd    -    -  c    25 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet    -    -    -    -  a    10 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop      -    -  b  116 

How  condescending  and  how  kind    -    -  c      4 

How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought    -    -  b  100 

How  heavy  is  the  night  ------  a    98 

How  honourable  is  the  place    -    -    -    -  a      8 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine  -    -  a  113 

How  oft  have  sin  and  satan  strove     -    -  a  139 

How  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord     -    -  c    12 

How  sad  our  slate  by  nature  is      -    -    -  b    90 

How  fiball  1  praise  th'  etenial»God    -    -  b  166 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life     -    -    -  b    32 

How  should  the  sons  of  AJani's  race     -  a    86 

How  strong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  -  a    49 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place     -    -  c    13 

How  vaJu  are  all  things  here  below       -  b    48 
How  woadrous  great,  now  g?  jrious  liright  b    87 


I. 


I  CANNOT  bear  thine  absence,  Lord  b  117 

I  give  immortal  praise    -----  c    S8 

I  hate  the  temp»er  and  his  charms    -    -  b  156 

1  lift  my  banner,  eaith  the  Lord    -    -    -  a    29 

T  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  -    -    -  b  145 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lo.d      -    -  a  lOS 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away      -    -    -  b    1 1 

I  sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death     -  b  114 

Jehovah  speaks,  let  Israel  hear     -    -    -  a    84 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high    -    -  b  168 

Jesus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold      •    -    -  a  145 

Jgsus  invites  his  saints     -    .    -    -    •    -  c      if 


TABLE.  27S 

Book.  Hy. 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies   -    .    -    -  c     6 

Jesus,  tlie  man  of  constant  grief  •    -    -  a    12 

Jesus,  we  bless  tby  Father's  name     •    -  a    54 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  -    -    -    -  c    1 8 

Jesus,  with  nil  thy  saints  above     -    -    -  b    29 

In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  stone      -    -  a    59 

lu  thine  own  wiiys,  O  Crod  of  love    -  a    30 

In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil   -    -    -  a    24 

In  vain  we  lavish  oi't  our  lives      -    -    -  a      S 

Infinite  grief!  amazing  wo       -    ...  b     9.? 

Join  all  the  glorioas  names      -              -  a  150 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  power    -  a  149 

Is  there  ambition  in  mr  heart  -    -  a    83 

Is  this  the  kind  return     .    -    -             -  b    74 

K. 

KIND  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Lord  a    73 
L. 

LAD^IN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears  b  119 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one     -    -  c      9 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown  -    -    -    -  b  131 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend      -    ...  a      7 

Let  God  the  Father  live c    28 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  -----  c    31 

Let  him  embi-ace  my  soul,  and  prove     -  a    66 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say       -    -  a:^15 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  sing   -    -  a    5Sf 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be      -  b    1 9 

Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem  -    -    -    -  a  133 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  songs  b    21 

Let  the  sev'nth  angel  sound  on  high      -  a    65 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  -    -  b    63 


27r»  TABLE. 

Booft.IIy. 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood      -  b  160 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord    -    -  b  35 

Let  U3  ador»  th'  eternal  Word         -    •  c  6 

Life  and  Mnraortal  joys  are  giv'n    -    -  b  125 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord         -  a  88 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  scat     -  b  37 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray     -     -    -    -  a  142 

Lo,"  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rise   -    -  a  90 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears    -    -  a  21 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  sijiiit    -    -    -  a  44 

Lo,  the  destroying  angel  flies      -    -    -  b  155 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound   -    -  b  16o 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  \vv    ppear    -    -    -  a  19 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are   -    -  c  11 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they    -  b  57 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was   -  a  115 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand     -  c  20 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs      -    -  b  109 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind  b  26 

Lord,  we  confess  our  nura'rous  faults    -  a  III 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece   -----  a  37 

Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace  b  16 

Lord,  whit  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I  a  86 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this      -  b  53 

Lord,  when  my  tho'ts  with  v/onder  roll  b  5 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord       i^    -    -  a  46 

M. 

MAN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires  -    -  b  146 

Mistaken  souls  that  dream  o  f  heav'n  a  1 40 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord    -    -  b  139 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  SO     -  fc  36 


TABLE. 


277 
Boob.Hy. 


My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love      -    -    -    - 
BIy  God,  my  portion,  and  ray  love  ',    - 
My  God.  permit  me  not  to  be     -    -    - 
My  God!  the  spring-  of  all  my  joys 
My  God,  what  endless  pleasures  dwell 
Mv  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is    -    - 
My  Saviour  God,  my  sov'reign  Prince. 
My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day      -    - 
My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight    -    - 
My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place       -    - 
My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll 
My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies  b 

N. 

NAKED  05  from  the  earth  we  came  a 

Nature  with  all  her  pow'rs  shall  sing  b 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands     -    -  c 

No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more      -    -  b 

No !  J.  shall  envy  them  no  more  b 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more     -  a 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard  a 

Not  ail  the  blood  of  beasts     -    -    -    -  b 

Not  all  the  out^vard  forms  on  earth     -  a 

Not  diff'rent  food,  nor  diff 'rent  dress  -  a 

Not  from  the  dust  affliction  grows      -  a 

Not  the  malicious  or  profane      ...  a 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men    -    -  a 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lerd    -    -    -  b 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  -         ...  a 

Now  be  the  God  of  Israel  blest      -    -  a 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  -    -  a 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise            -  b 


a 

81 

b 

93 

b 

94 

b 

122 

b 

54 

b 

42 

b 

98 

b 

141 

b 

61 

b 

10 

a 

38 

b 

2 

b 

1^2 

12G 
83 
104 
100 
152 
lOS 
50 
139 
43 


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Book.  Hy. 

Now  have  our  hearts  eiubrac'd  our  God 
Now  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace  -  - 
Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 
Now  let  a  spacious  world  arise  -  -  - 
Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  -  -  - 
Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son  -  - 
Now  lei  the  Lord  my  Saviour  smile  - 
Now  satan  comes  with  dreadful  rocir  - 
Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise  -  - 
Now  to  the  Lcrd  a  nobie'song^  -  .  . 
Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
Now  to  the  power  of  Gfod  supreme 


OFOR  an  overcoming  faith    -    - 
O !  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  wo 
O !  the  almighty  Lord  ------ 

O  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  -  - 
Often  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night  -  -  - 
Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day  - 
Our  days,  alas !  our  mortal  days  -  - 
Our  God,  bow  firm  his  promise  stands 
Our  sins,  aJas !  how  strong  they  be  - 
Our  souls  shall  magnify  the  Lord  -  - 
Our  spirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb 

P. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair 
Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 

R. 

RAISE  thee,  my  soul,  fiy  up  and  run 
Raise  your  triumphant  songs  -    - 
Rise,  rise,  my  sofol,  and  leave  the  ground 


c 

14 

a 

77 

a 

91 

b 

147 

c 

16 

c 

34 

b 

50 

b 

157 

a 

39 

b 

47 

a 

61 

a 

137 

a 

17 

b 

106 

b 

80 

b 

91 

a 

71 

b 

6 

b 

39 

b 

40 

b 

86 

G. 

60 

C 

22 

b 

79 

b 

CO 

b 

33 

b 

104 

b 

17 

TABLE.  279 

S. 

Book.  Hy. 

SAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's 
word    -     -         -    -    -         -    -    a    129 

Salvatiou  !  0,tlie  joyful  sound         -    -    b      83 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God      -    a      43 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood   -    a      82 
Shall  we  go  on  to  sin     -    -    -    -    -    - 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud      -    -         -    - 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
Sin  has  a  ihcusand  treach'rous  arts      - 
Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease       -    -    - 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  skies  - 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  jo)  ful  voice 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts 
Sitting  aroand  our  Father's  board   -     - 
So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise     -    - 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express       -    - 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 
1  Stoop  down  uiy  tho'ts,  that  use  to  rise 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 

T. 

TERRIBLE  God,  who  reign'st  on  high  b 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come 
Thee  we  adore.  Eternal  Name  -  -  - 
The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God  -  -  - 
The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  -  -  - 
The  King  of  gloiy  sends  his  Son  -  - 
The  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay  - 
The  law  by  Moses  came  -  -  -  -  - 
The  law  commands  and  makes  lis  know 
The  Lord  declares  his  will     ...    - 


a 

106 

a 

92 

b 

92 

b 

150 

b 

153 

b 

13 

a 

43 

b 

62 

c 

23 

a 

112 

a 

132 

b 

77 

b 

28 

b 

161 

b 

22 

b 

107 

b 

56 

b 

71 

c 

SO 

b 

136 

a 

13 

a 

118 

b 

121 

b 

120 

280  TABLE. 

Book.  Hy. 

The  Lord  descending  from  above    -    -  b  126 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns b  169 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims   -    -    -    -  a  85 

Tha  majesty  of  Solomon    -    -    ...  b  113 

Ths  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord       -    -  c  15 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love    -    -  c  3 

The  promise  was  divinely  free    -    -    -  b  134 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears   -    -    -  b  12 

The  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds     -    -  a  69 

The  wondVing  world  inquires  to  know  a  75 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands  a  110 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  -    .    -  b  66 

There  was  an  hour  when  Cnrist  rejoic'd  a  1 1 
These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 

shine      -----          -  a  41 

This  is  ihe  word  of  truth  and  love   -  b  138 

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  above  a  67 

Thus  did  the  sons  of  Abrali'm  pass  b  127 

Thus  far  the  Lonl  bar,  led  nie  on     -  a  80 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command  a  116* 

Thus  saiih  the  high  and  lofty  One  -  a  87 

Thus  saith  the  Kuler  of  the  skies    -  b  83 

Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  tlie  Lord   -    -  a  121 

Thus  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord      -  a  9-3 

Thy  favoui's.  Lord,  surprise  our  souls    -  b  45 

Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis     -    -  b  58 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come     -    -  b  129 

'TIS  from  the  treasures  of  his  word      -  a  147 

Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands   -    -  b  124 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son     -    -  c  32 

To  God,  the  only  wise    -    ...    -  a  51 

To  God  the  Father's  throne    -    -    -    -  c  40 

To  him  who  chose  us  first      .    .    .    -  c  39 

To  our  eternal  God  -------  c  41 

Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord    -    -  b  1.51 


TABLE.  £Sl 

Eooli.  Hy. 
»Twas  on  Ihatdark,  that  doleful  night  -  c  l 
Twas  the  commissiou  of  our  Lord      -    a      52 

V. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  tlie  sons  of  men 
Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place  a 
Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill    .... 
Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie      -    - 
Up  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high   -    - 

w. 

WE  are  a  garden  wail'd  around 
We  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 
We  sing  th'  amazing  deeds  -  -  - 
We  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love  -  - 
Wekorae,  sweet  day  of  rest  -  •  -  - 
Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  ...  - 
What  diff'rent  powers  of  grace  and  sin 
What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring  - 
What  happy  men  or  angels  these  -  - 
What  mighty  man  or  mighty  God  -  - 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  -  -  - 
When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  -  - 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
When  we  are  reds'd  from  deep  distress 
When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 
When  the  fii-si  parents  of  our  race  -  - 
When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  skies 
Where  are  the  mourners,  saith  the  Lord 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  lise 
Who  has  believ'd  thy  word  -  -  -  - 
Who  is  this  fair  one  in  distress  •  .  . 
Who  shall  the  Lord's  «lect  condemn    - 


a 

94 

a 

99 

a 

22 

b 

41 

b 

46 

n 

74 

b 

132 

c 

17 

a 

53 

b 

M 

b 

36 

b 

143 

a 

63 

a 

40 

a 

28 

a 

32 

b 

65 

b 

101 

c 

7 

a 

55 

a 

76 

b 

78 

b 

24 

b 

164 

a 

101 

a 

141 

a 

78 

a 

14 

282     ;  i  ABLL. 

Book.  Hy. 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  tbeir  rage  -  a     4 

Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls    -  b    85 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends    -  b      3 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee     -    -  b    20 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King  -    -  a  144 

Why  should  this  earth  delight  us  so  -  b  164 

Why  should  we  start  and  feaf  to  die      -  b    31 

With  cheerful  voice  I  sing  -    -  a  148 

With  holy  fear  and  humble  song  b    44 

With  jriy  we  meditate  the  grace  a  125 

Y. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne      -    -    -  c    36 

Ye  sous  of  Adam,  vain  and  young  a    89 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King    -    -    -  a    S4 

z. 

ZION  rejoice  and  Judah  sing  -    .    -    -  b  11 J 


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